http://slow.writerscafe.org/kharte The original writings of author kharte en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011651 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 teach me to bend over perfectly. so that I might see the light at the end of the tunnel when you send me barreling through it.call me crazy when i steam like an engine and I will call it art,because art is never crazy enough and calling me crazy is pretty far-fetched to begin with.im exhausted and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kharte/1435998/ do you get out of your bedwhen i can’t get to sleep?do you ever become numbfrom too many linesof cocaine?ketamine?methadone?the sun keeps you warmeverything in this worldis there just for youit’s there just for youto takeand take and takeas i tap my veinscome on you know youwant tocome o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kharte/1435997/ Around me anger, sadness, bitterness and resentment stir. Almost as violently as the tears running down my ugly face inside this hot-box of a bed. They say that this kind of despair is the most treasured because it wrings you inside out. Supposedly it makes you beautiful. Suppose I’ll wait for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kharte/1435996/ the unflinchingly brightfamiliar light of the screenthis mouth-less thingtrying too hard to separatethe borrowed record playerfrom the quiet prayershe’s wanting to come homebut she knowsi’m not ready to see herexcept for through the glasswhere she uses her mouthi love all of her soundit&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kharte/1435993/ the little masks you have madewill crumplewill get wet and tearand at some point will not fit your faceeveryone see’s you as youbut i know it’s not really youbut i knew betteryou aren’t that complicated and you areyou die a lotlittle pieces leftlittle pieces of fleshlike skin cells.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kharte/1435992/ my desires depend on how you squirmwhen in our bed she crawls over my memory to get to youit is the epitome of poignantit is the embodiment of bodymy desires depend on how you shiftwhen in our bed you find another snake slithering between the sheets to devour youit is the archetype of the thiefit is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kharte/1435991/