http://slow.writerscafe.org/Alex_Cainen The original writings of author Alex Cainen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776284892 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Spinning, my only chain to the world.It highlights its edge, bump and corner that surrounds me.The walls blueness punches me in the face as a tattered looking floorkicks me. I should probably drink less... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alex_Cainen/1440284/ Kiss. Dark as the crow feathers, a sting on my lips, a burn in the dark.He comes for me. The dark excresence of his bony fingers, touches my foreheadA brush, a graze and a slight stifle. His face is an agonized beauty.Bright white cheekbones portrude through his skin, almost glowing against the nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alex_Cainen/1439584/