http://slow.writerscafe.org/fairytayl The original writings of author Arnie Clay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021499 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Let the blood drip from my cold lipsAs I hang here outside your window frameDon’t turn your back on my corpseThe half rotted carcass that swings hereJust outside your window frameI watch you through these dead eyesAnd I wonder what we could have beenIf you hadn’t cut my aorta so deepI&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fairytayl/571084/ I’ve sunken just a bit lowerand my fingertips are bleeding from the effort to climb.And I’m shake shakeshaking at the wrists, clawingat my unshaven legs and the bruised skin.Where are they coming from?the erratic thoughts and hijacked dreams.Just a might while longeras their crawling u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fairytayl/571082/ Can you see this lonesome hollows?Abandoned and hallowed by the yearsCan you see this decaying gallows?Reigned by justice and murder’s tearsCan you see the vacant tomorrows?Weighed by fate, shortened by fearsCan you smell that rotting carcass? 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