http://slow.writerscafe.org/qty68cv4 The original writings of author J.e.s.s.i.c.a en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055864 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Iheld my books close to my chestAndentered the stuffy room.Staleperfume whispering of days long pastMadethe air heavy. Oneand two and three and fourNumbers,markers, placement, perfect.Keepit strong, slow it down, staccato, stop.Echoingwords burned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qty68cv4/1135634/ Artist’s Eye   I used to see the world inshades.They bent, swirled,                                                         &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qty68cv4/1127598/ How do you speak final words?If you know that the words you speak will be the final ones That the person will hear pass your lipsHow do you choose what to say?So many words scramble to the forefront of my mindBut I simply can’t pick.They muddle together and swirl into e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qty68cv4/1033861/ To trust the hand that holds a thought deceivesThe promise laced into your grip. 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Theair seeps from my lipsAndescapes to rejoinTheair Cloudingthe r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qty68cv4/773895/ Preface Iam no one.Faceless. Youcan see straight through me.Like ashadow in the midst of the lightI’minvisible.But I’mstill here. Youmight hear my voice every now and then.Awhisper from behind youButyou won&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qty68cv4/773893/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qty68cv4/773890/ Exclusive fingers weave together, block out the foreigners.Keep us locked out of a world we’ve been told to becomecitizens of.Watching through the bars of the mental prison you’ve builtsurrounding me;I can’t tell whether I should shrink away or stretchthrough... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qty68cv4/761567/ I’m lost in a world I’ve been told to forget.Trapped in the strings tightening around my ankles.Pulling me down, drawing me in.Like chains pulling a prisoner, I’ll trail behind you.You don’t notice the bruises lining my armsFrom the time things fell ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qty68cv4/759680/ You are selfish. 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