http://slow.writerscafe.org/catkwalton The original writings of author Cat en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775970671 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It felt like when you sit on your feet for too long.The throbbing of thighswhen you try to stand.The aching of ankleswhen you readjust.The numbness of kneecapsthat you cracklike knuckles.Your calvesmelted to warm liquid.Your toeslike hot stones.Your hipsas twisted tree branches.Limbs mangled, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catkwalton/1686712/ A congregation of wilted leaves, winding to concrete.They wisp and weigh that of a feather of a Robin's breast.They flee through winds of Thursday and toss themselvesto the Eastern hills in an effort of depletion.And they cling to my shoulder skin and left side cheek asking for a living ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catkwalton/1666249/ She's soft like the powder on which her nose is graced. I'd thought she was a whirlwind in that way. 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Limitless. Like the sky after a storm when the grass is wet and everything smells fresh again. After the fact. Like after a tornado warning, the buzzing throughout the city and the basement antics. The wonder. 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