http://slow.writerscafe.org/radiantqueer The original writings of author Lily Miller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084858 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm standing under the harsh fluorescent lightsYour hungry eyes travel my still developing bodyI set my candy bar on the counter,Pulling a five from my pocketYou don't move, your eyes glued to meI'm wearing a t-shirt, the one from summer campAnd running shorts, over my swimsuit You're making my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiantqueer/1749795/ Stop making pain into poetry my blood was never beautiful, it was just redThe lines on my wrists and my thighs aren't battle scars. They’re signs of weakness, of when I gave in to my own mindMy broken heart was never poetic it just hurt like hell and left me with too many pieces to put back to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiantqueer/1510597/