http://slow.writerscafe.org/ZeeDeeVille The original writings of author ZeeDeeVille en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086414 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Love the vendetta rose that criesAs she reaches hands twords the skyThe blood lined sunset catches her eyesA pain so real my vendetta roseA pain that only you can feelClaws in the skyripping at something only you can seeyour hands are blisteredthe wind licks your facebut you claw y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZeeDeeVille/729173/ Bears witness to the crime I repeatA sin I cannot dethrone.I have never wanted a god.Who is to say this creeping man is not one on his own?The moon, her eyes curl into an infinite smile.She knows of what I speak.This sin I cannot bear to shakeThis sin I do not carry alone.Who is to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZeeDeeVille/729170/ We are lions no more.What have we become if not simple wolves? Baying at each otherWalking on glassThe painted smiles on our faces...the people who walk by us in indistinct prattleWhat have we done?Infecting, we're infecting each others bloodYour skin melting into rough paperYour e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZeeDeeVille/729168/ "What is going to happen?"The steam train hissed and popped as it trudged on, burdened with my thoughts. I still look at the boy, admiring his face, his eyes curved softly into his face. Two orbs of muddied brown look at me. It always is so intense. His face, always contorted in a new look, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZeeDeeVille/729167/ The moon, her grace, Bears witness to the crime I repeatA sin I cannot dethrone.I have never wanted a god.Who is to say this creeping man is not one on his own?The moon, her eyes curl into an infinite smile.She knows of what I speak.This sin I cannot bear to shakeThis sin I do not ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZeeDeeVille/729166/ The black writhing much of fearEliminates the weaving spider of hopeWorking endlessly to spin the webTo spare head from heartFrom soul. The spider on my ribcage leftPushes hammock to my rightTo keep the gruelling muck of memoryFrom pushing heart to languidPutrid soul.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZeeDeeVille/729165/ Wired metal siver ringClutches at my finger.What have you here, odd stranger?What determines your presense. "Am I a lie here?" He replies with sullen worry.I don't know what to make of this mass murder.I wear this wired ring on my finger.It's what determines your presense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZeeDeeVille/729162/ My stomach flutters with every waking stepOf your body toward my own as you drew ever closerMy features flush, and blush they may as the signs resonateMy endless admiration for your every flawless featureSweat soon glistening my every poreAs you pull me ever close to your perfect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZeeDeeVille/729160/