http://slow.writerscafe.org/trash The original writings of author T. R. Ash en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776083365 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This timeLast yearWhite wineTastes like your front patioCrawling of chickensAnd their feces.It smells of country airAnd comfortMade up of an enclosed serenityBuilt by too tall trees.It forces me to feel your handsAgainst my fleshAnd sometimesAgainst clothing On my flesh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1746627/ I didn't call you last Sunday Because I'm too busy Making sure that my days stay stable.It's ChristmasAnd I haven't called you todayBecause I'm too busyMaking sure my pulse stays stable.I'm too busySucking the love from all of my pretty babiesCombining it into the loveOf one s*.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1746626/ I was twelve years oldWhen I lost my virginityOn an unsheeted mattress,Listening to a band called Suicide Silence.A lot of late nights In my childhood,Were spent picking the cigarette butts From in betweenMy sleeping mother's fingers,Ensuring that she is comfortable In her slumbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1746625/ Some would say That I'm a professional though represser.Like a cloud does the sun,I am capable of blockingAny ray I see fit.This only applies,Of course,When I am in the pilots seatWith hands gripped tightTo the reigns of my ride.At night, My hands get sore.Then they loose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1746623/ I've been laying hereFor about an hour or soFrozenBeneath the blanketsWrapped around and around My body Until they can't stretch Anymore.I have not moved Since my eyes opened,The usual morning routine,With my pillow soaked beneath meOf blue food coloringAnd salty wept tears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1746615/ I have shared endless pages with you allabout horrible, terrible, medestroying a miraculous loveabout myself, the black hearted monstermangling an innocent soulive beat myselfive loathed who I amive scarred my fleshbecause I am the deviland I have done the devil's workI havent .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1661078/ blood slowly ran from my nose and then down in between my breasts.i had them bared that night,careful to play the part of Mia Wallace well.i hadn't been that excited in a while-to see faces other than my own,to see a familiar one id been missing,to drink myself into oblivion. the second i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1660748/ I've been dreaming about you, dearThe same pictures, the same lines Over and overAnd over againI dreamt that you lined up all of our friendsLooked into their heartsBreathed deeplyAnd then shot them each through the chest with a lead laced goodbyeAnyone could imagine how painful the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1660730/ I see you lying in the bed we've constructed on the surface of the earthyou're smiling wide, eyes crinkled at the outer corners all while sparklingsending me small enveloped letters of appreciationi'm dancing for you, naked in the wildernessshouting words of the violent femmes with interje.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1657891/ A description of an outsiders view on somebody whose world just came crashing down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trash/1657890/