http://slow.writerscafe.org/JustinaM.Katwina The original writings of author BloodOfThyLover en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092326 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kill All Your Friends People arrive soon after at our housefor the get-together celebrating Tyler. I sit in my roomand scowl at the lively chatter downstairs.One would think it would be solemnand maybe hushedand tearful. But no.Lively. It makes me si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustinaM.Katwina/633912/ This House is not a Home We arrive home. No one utters a word as the door clicks open,and shoes are kicked offonto the scraggly rug.It's been there forever.Maybe it's time for a change.So many things,afterall,are changing.Whetherwelikeitornot. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustinaM.Katwina/623672/ Oh, the Irony It rainsas we drivehome. The angels are cryingfor Tyler. I know they must be. Wherever he is,Heaven or someplace other,I wonder,is he thinking the same thing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustinaM.Katwina/623667/ Numb I crane my neck,and peer into the casket. Your casket. Your open casket. I take in your dead blue eyesthat are goinggray and filmy.Definitley notthe lively blue eyesI used toknow. When? It seems like forever ago,looking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustinaM.Katwina/623664/ Why do Angels Cry? One time he asked me, "Bena, why does rain fall when it only makes people sad?It's like tears; no one likes tears." I'd been taken abackbecauseTyler wasTyler.And eight.He hadn't the capacity to think.Reallyreallythink. I rewarded him .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustinaM.Katwina/623661/ Once upon a time, I had a brother. He died. Now it's as if I'm buried under a mound of snow, and have to somehow find my way out. But how is it possible to come out of this? VERSE. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustinaM.Katwina/623651/