http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gkass1 The original writings of author George Kassimis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779774581 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a meanness in you. It stays there like an organ. Slit your belly and it would slowly flow out, black and lifeless. It would fall upon your bare feet and you would notice the silky, warmness of its texture. At first glance, it is repulsive. You scream at yourself and say, ͞how could t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gkass1/1831726/ You don’t know it, but Sometimes, I go to a hill that overlooks the landscape’s mask of city lights For a sip of momentary grace. On this brink of everything I know, I can gain An eyeful of the lost Atlantis in the human soul, And a breath that fills my lungs with the air bet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gkass1/1831716/ What I don’t know is where you lay Dissolving wings into traces of light And I watch the children you breathe among the landscapes of miniature porcelain strawberries I noticed the morning and its sound I noticed the scar on your wrist asthe palms rise To catch each tear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gkass1/1831656/