http://slow.writerscafe.org/kevynestrela The original writings of author Kevyn Estrela en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776039575 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The gut of the man punched by the cost of trust,eyes to the floor hunched, confronting all the times he's been fucked.Engulfed by the insults, becoming the adult that's about to erupt.Regretful, the instrumental in his mind lacks treble,so the bass pounds through his temple, and he becomes quietly t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevynestrela/1624837/ I can't seem to hear the dial on this broken telephone, staring back at the brick walls in this greco home, while the ogy in my fogy becomes lost in another story.The tone becomes ominous the further i progress,the depths of a broken soul from all those experiences before, another mem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevynestrela/1622918/ These strings have rusted and aged on this old violin. Where to begin? This aging skin, underneath hides all the boogeymen,the same ones left behind by all the selfish women all of which seemed to always break him. He sits alone viewing the repetition, in their actions and decisi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevynestrela/1622136/ A note to take with you before you go... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevynestrela/1621906/