http://slow.writerscafe.org/soulsprite The original writings of author Soulsprite en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779825786 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My eyes felt sewn shut.  Red searing pain. Crying rage. Crying age.  I opened them to blinding light and petals. Red. White. Blood. Feathers. A single petal-less rose sat in the air. My heart pumped blood at a steadily lessening rate and all I could hear was the blood leaking from my body... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulsprite/1499412/