http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kay28 The original writings of author Kay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986560 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 dear father, i have committed the ultimate revenge:i reached my hand behind the grey, croaking bars of my ribcagewhere i found the solemn thing beating, tucked in the corner facing the haunted walllike a lump of shivering rose salt,wet from too much consideration of your neglect,wave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2777846/ She tilted her head in quiet fatigue,her neck exposed to the wanton moon reaching out his bright finger.He traced her delicate armor with such deep amour,his touch coolly composed in spite of his burning, milky arousal - a mask carefully constructed to keep her in place,lest she spread her wing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2765495/ Before Sunday comes to the end of its walkand reaches the doorstep of Monday’s dark home, I crawl, tucked tightly, across a choking mattressand curl deeper into the weight of feeling alone.Like a ship’s anchor released prematurely,there’s a sudden jerk of movement, a twang of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2462567/ Sometimes darkness is just perfect - it’s all I want in that moment,to lie there, one leg beneath the sweltering bed covers for protection,second leg dangling over the edge of the mattress into the cool unknown,the rest of my body surrendering its dead weight into the wheezing spring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2175334/ As the dream faded, she chased it - followed it down a rabbit hole into the center of the Earth,grasped onto its magnificent tail for a fleeting moment of victory,then watched it fly through the empty veins on the face of a cliff.She could barely keep up, scrambling through layers of terrain,tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2168455/ Something inside me broke, like a wishbone on Thanksgiving, like a frail bridge under an elephant's foot, like my mother's heart on her wedding.I just don't understand how to fitinto a system that has paperclip margins, where you are told to follow a tight scriptand never improvi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2155314/ who are youstanding pensively in my room at nighthoney-eyed ghost with birchwood black hairstrong shoulders looming protectivelyambivalent, stubbled jawpowerful heartbeat echoing in my earsyour rhythmic ocean flowand tender, piercing gaze stabbing like a warm knife through mehalf pleasure,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2151947/ Biting down on the rim of a wine glass, I dare it to break for bloody cathartic release; there’s too much buttered rage spread acrossa skinny square of over-toasted bread,beginning to tear across its narrow waist.My eyes fixate on your moving mouth,sounds knock against walls, floors,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2148524/ Early on he said, "Why aren't you more like her?"So I unbuttoned my dress, let it collapse uselessly to the floor,sat at my scratched up desk and drewthe shape of her, her textures and colors, until my picture looked like an exact replica. Then I turned the image into a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2144674/ i saw her sitting on the stool,sipping away at her Starbucks coffee,the steam sensually swaying its hips between her eyes,but she was tentatively gazing out of the window.what was it that she saw?the rows of cars, people pouring in and out of them,the daylight sliding a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2142125/ The war between what I have and the reality that it cannot be shared is bloody.It crawls like a beetle in my veins, stabbing its pincher to make holes for an unprovable wound.Like when I watch the silver fingertipof a full moon reach out to trace the cheek of a bashful leaf - but nobo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2128054/ In another worldyou and I would be friendswithout the awkwardnessof getting to know each other slowly.I’d just lift my hand up,smile with a bright “hello there”and ask if you want to watch the stars climb up the sky tonight.I wouldn’t have to dress up,tuck my hair back p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2125737/ I don't really know where to look to find you.Sometimes I think "ah, she'll turn up in the mirror"or that you'll be standing in my shadow, but you've been eluding me cautiously.The other night, I searched through a forest of thoughts,climbed up sycamores of memories and pressed my hand above my brow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2116859/ i watch a wave of light toss her blonde hair across my fingers, wishing deeply that i could hold onto her tangibly and indulge in her warmth.but like a speeding car she has somewhere else to go and rushes by,and i sit quietly amongst the brisk shadows of an empty night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2115480/ Before I rapped on Death's stone door, I paused and turned to Time who had accompanied me here silently.I asked, "Why do you never sit? Are your feet never weary?"Time shook her head, calm as dew after a thunderstorm,and wiped a cloud of dust from her powerful shoulder.Determinedly, she reached.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2113954/ I kicked the broken acorn back onto the grass and sighed. I was just as split up, muddied, and empty as that lifeless shell. Nothing helped to change that; the only options were to look at the truth or live in distractions. I chose to look at the truth. What was it though?A silver-haired man picked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2108587/ In the darkest part of night, I woke from the house of Hell, stared up at the ceiling and watched the butterflies swell, fluttering and muttering worries with each beat of wing, calling out for Lord Winter to give way to Lady Spring, but the obtrusive nightmares stubbornly clung .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2104872/ We're standing on opposites sides of a crowded room,mouths tightly shut, eyes cast down in gloom, but I hear you so clearly.We're two amongst billions of shadows moving fast, clicking their heels, sucking their teeth at the past, yet somehow I know you dearly.I look in the mirror and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2104543/ The headache and madness of indecision:  do I love you or do I love the idea of you?I pull the sheets over my head and self-suffocate, blindly staring into white wrinkles that would be mine and yours if I stayed that much longer, if I stopped looking at the clock,if I reached for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2104311/ Before I knew you, I lived in winter - drowned into benumbed silence by the voluminous downfall of savage storms.I would wrap my coat tightly, zip up to my lower lip,bandage layers of scarves over my chest,stoking my blood-flames in an attempt to survivein the middle of a plain and em.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2100480/ It’s during the stygian hours that I dance with the devil, succumbing to his offering of hospitality, wrapping his red arms around my shivering shouldersand whispering poetry by the fireplace. Oh, those words.. floating beautifully, like the spring breath beneath a newborn daisy’s dress,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2099691/ "So, why are you the perfect candidate for this position?"Perfect - the opposite, really. Sore-mouthed from calling out for help over the years, pebbles tossed into roaring storms without traces found,unheard echoes of unrequited attachment, learning the art of 'unloved',  still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2099582/ Let me be frank, a little and enough, you do not know how to love. Bearing their mountains, wearing their storms - when do you keep yourself warm?In this fantastic sea, you raise their ships and quietly bleed.To their darkness, you gift your light, with nothing left inside at night. You fill their g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2098816/ Drop your weapon, there's nothing you can do; I died long ago before the King of Truth. With his spiked metaphors nailed to my cheeks, he reddened my tears and rendered me weak. "Foolish child," I heard him growl deep, "your eyes were open, but your mind was asleep."For.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2098641/ From across the street I see you, silver hair draping like two hands of a feathered cloudresting tenderly on your blue woolen coat. The nectarine fingertips of the sun stretch forward,stroking the corner of your tulip-kissed mouth,where I can still feel the phantom of our first unity.You r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2081597/ I would cut my stem and unroot myself from the earthto be loved by you for even a few days. I would be a reminder of romance to warm your heart, and drop petals to applaud the beauty of your face.I would stand erect in confined vases with nowhere to sway, happy to be trapped closely i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2076911/ His eyelids open and sunlight cuts through the dark;he traces a fingertip around my belly-button like a hungry shark.Twilight hasn't descended yet from her Heaven-bound journey; still, he traces on and makes a ghost-river flow slowly beneath the lace layer to the lips of my pleasure cave.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2076889/ There’s no meaning or attachment to my name, except when your velvet breath blankets it.It rises from nebulous funeral ash, divinely blessed in the fractions of space between our mouths,swelling in your aura’s sunlight.Ergo, whenever you beckon me love,I take my throne on your tongue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2076144/ she closes her eyes and returns to the wood,her fingertips grazing the black leavesas she tiptoes one step at a timeinto the realm of low spirits.the sky is hollow and lightless,softly loosing razor-glass tears.the twigs and leaves beneath her feetcrack like skulls against rock,choking under pressur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2075950/ it’s not quite a knot in my stomach;the condition is much larger, a trembling black planet  twisting at its core, dizzying itself senselessly.sometimes it extends two strong hands upwardsonto my unsuspecting heart, and yanks at the arteries roughly.it does this when i’m unoccupied,m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2065134/ In the center of the crowd, there is still loneliness.The spotlight is cold and unfeeling;the caged demons poke their fingers along the frosted edges.Everyone is smiling sheepishly, but there’s a deep, hollow sorrow.A well has been unlidded and discovered to be utterly soulless.I can see it in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2064420/ There’s a shade in your headthat rattles your eyes open at night and presses its finger on the hoursto drag them terribly slow.The doctor calls it ‘insomnia’,but you know it’s more: a large, stray demon that whisperswild worries on a winding road.With no end and no direction,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2064153/ You mean the world, in all its beauty and self-destruction,     you are it - an untempered flame, a softly strung river, the empty sky, the endless stars,the edge of everything sharp,the embrace of feathered wings;you are as dark as death,yet become the rise of the sun.You are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2064152/ You want to be near, but never touching - like a star on a New York summer night that carries my dreams and winks at me affectionately, but I can never quite grasp you.You want to sway me like a moon and ocean dance, using your magnetic nature from across the room, blowing kisses with your bright ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2064150/ He didn’t do it really;it was a betrayal of mind, not reality.Thoughts conjured the dark waves,fears built high the graves.Insults rose from the iceberg’s base, floating chaotically to give chase.The injury was previously made,not from this incident stabbing in shade.An old wound spun in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2045927/ Misunderstandings happen, but nobody was willing to understand you at all - except my eyes that recognized your pain, except my lips that soothed your worry, except my arms that warmed your shivers,except my cheeks that accepted your love, except my heart that knew you betterthan to judge your m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2045534/ I know you never really meant it, delving your teeth into my vein, leaving trickling blood and scarred tissuefor evidence of the protective power you reign.Now the status downgrades to ‘aggressive’, and you’ve been scooped up by repulsive fate, quarantined with your deepest fears w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2044984/ i build up a wall brick by brickstack up the rows to avoid your arrowsof love, so i must do this quickthere’s a fragility inside hereyou mustn’t see itwhere shadows are litand my ugly shivers with feartime wears me down heavyin your persistencemy constant resistanceis barely strong enoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2043200/ They say we’re driven towards newness. From an early agewe take our favorite toys, the little plastic doll,the firetrucks and legos,the teasets and plush animals,and we hug them to our chests tightly- for a moment.Then it shifts from being in our viewto pushing it backwards on a shelf.The exci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2042152/ we’re all brokenit’s not just youglass slippers on our feeteggshells spread across the pavementcircles are the mind’s favorite shapewe chainsmoke jealousy she paints her face dailyhe forbids himself from cryingthere’s nothing natural in this cyclewalking into wallswe have the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2037059/ the t.v. says you’re uglythe mirror changes its moodadvertisements on replayimperfection is crudesmash open the piggy bankevery penny is worth the trypick which knife you preferside effects include: living a liethe bruises will spread farthe bandages will randomly leakexternal injury to heal i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2034390/ Let me kiss you there,plant a ruby-gowned rose on your chest,right where your heart makes music,more beautiful than the tap-danceof a gentle midnight rain.Let me glide my tongue there,taste the sparkles in your folliclesas a few buds of sweat bloom clear crystalsupon the heat of your blushing skin,l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2034196/ Where do you place your blame - if not on me?Every breath is a crime punishable by death,every blink gives you time to fabricate a new fault. My bones are lined with cracks and gluefrom your hammer of put downs, guilting, and screams,but I’m beginning to see you’re the one that&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2034147/ There are a couple of different significances in symbolism here: 1) Imagine the tree to be someone very old. 2) Consider the environmental perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2033513/ "So far away from you and all of your charm, just out of reach of my two empty arms." Solomon Burke http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2029882/ "You are the universe expressing itself as a human for a little while." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2029879/ you feel unseen in this messa pebble in the center of a thrashing oceanthinking my eyes are meditative on the currenteverything a distraction from youunknown to you in this wide frenzywhen you turn your head away i deeply starewith waves rocking beneath my pupilsas i’m biting my lip to keep in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2029872/ she’s there but not precisely there at allstaring at the branches rocking in a subtle lullabythere’s a dead butterflyin her pearl white hairand a crow watching its carcasswith grief in its eyeher gaze blinks with brittle numbnessstacked like the auburn bricksin her hollow gardena grim su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2029623/ i saw her lying in a balltucking her knees against her knotted breastsmumbling to herself “i’m so selfish”for taking time to bathe her muddy skinsoothe her bruises with fresh ointmentcomb out the tangles in her hairdress herself in new, warm clothesdance to a different rhythmbefore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2029173/ "Life is tough, but so are you." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kay28/2027766/