http://slow.writerscafe.org/guitlyfingers The original writings of author Priyal Thakkar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776304667 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Men and women, both adore me alike, But yet, I come of use to only one. I can cause quite a stir by my beatific appearance; by a simple peek-a-boo. Some look, and they keep looking; delighted at the advocacy of my mere existence, sloppy grins plastered on their vacuous faces. Some shrug, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guitlyfingers/1750205/ I’m a witness,I witnessed my own murder. How my soul was tossed, beaten, and split at the seams.  I’m a criminal. I killed myself.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guitlyfingers/1698818/ do you really know how she died? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guitlyfingers/1684380/ let the frost evaporate, won't you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guitlyfingers/1684376/ it's windy do I jump? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guitlyfingers/1684366/ fear isn't a halo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guitlyfingers/1684020/ what you need to hear; in verses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guitlyfingers/1684012/