http://slow.writerscafe.org/elzbthbell The original writings of author Liz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775567615 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Beach BagThepast summer I let my nails grow.Ihaven’t enough anxiety left to chew themNowthat you are gone. AndI am not six feet under if that is what you are wondering.Iknow the movies liken the nails of the dead to some myste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elzbthbell/787282/ There is no otherwho can elicitfrom me suchtender emotion,longing and desire.No other that I wish to see. No other whose arms I wish to be inNo other I wish to hold.No other that I wish to speakto. Taunting, smiling words.And in the dead of the nightno other I wish to wake beside,only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elzbthbell/638552/ Can a person start anew?Erasing fondest memories:Caresses of hair and faceskin to skinkissing passionately and reeling secretlybehind a shedor in the park at dark orvacant spots in parking lots,or places only birds can see as they look down from their perches.Sweat sticking to their t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elzbthbell/638548/ If her words end upunansweredbut readthen she still feels she has some worth.For they may have fallen on deaf earsbut at least he sees them as they are.sinking into his core.Maybe they only trickle down.until perhaps one dayhe can feel them pulsing in his veins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elzbthbell/638529/ I dream of only youIn the night I wakealone and sobbing. And when I slip back into sleepyou reappear and see me with a wickedgrin for you know my secret.My greatest desirescan be made real in that world in betweenunconsciousness and reality.When the light shines through mywindow waking me to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elzbthbell/638511/ Words fall onto the page-each drop of ink like blood spilling from her veins.Her efforts fruitlessDraining to lifelessnessA sedated miserySolitary confinementto the space in her headall fades to black.In the midst of illusionfrom the shadows emerge bothher worst fear and greatest desireUni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elzbthbell/638506/ Desire like poison surging into my soul. Oh but to taste your sweet lips-alas, I find myself stymied, paralyzedas I meander along bereaveduntil the sun is vanquishedburning a hole in my eyesfor the last time.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elzbthbell/638498/ ///////////////////////////////Down by the docks she waits.Wind in her hair gnarling at herwith its claws.But she does not shiverFor she has love in her heart. Down by the docks she waits.The wind has tattered her clothes.And blown sand into the lines of her skinmaking them visible.The sun has .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elzbthbell/638497/