http://slow.writerscafe.org/surrendurepity The original writings of author surrendurepity en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054778 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My lips are cut and the alcohol stings them.My throat is dry but filling with blood.I hear no bells nor no one who rings them,As I look to the sky, my back to the mud.I swore as a child that I would beA laugh, in short, a memory.An elusory call to a woman's remembrance;An unlit fire of an older spar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surrendurepity/1584208/ Oh, what f*****g luck...The self improvement Makes another round.The feeling of tomorrow, Today I wished I'd found.Myself, I'm not struckBy the overwhelming feeling Of good timing and good luck.But give me an hour and I'll be right as rain;For I reject the painAnd swallow like vomit t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surrendurepity/1584199/