http://slow.writerscafe.org/khausart19 The original writings of author AKhaus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974468 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’ve been boiled down to bones.My flesh has failed to weather this storm and I must go.All I have left are the memories that no longer bring me joy but remind me of the cage I find myself currently, rotting.The pain has fashioned itself on every cell and aches with every breath.Soon I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2953688/ I’m tired of this play.I long for freedom from the entanglement of others prisons and damage.I grow tired of constant projection without the simple thought of self-reflection.Too much work to fathom when the creatures lack the desire for truth and justice.I must walk away even .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2950147/ Why do we decide to take less than?Our worth measured in the beauty and grace of every movement. 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heart no longer bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2828484/ How could I ever reconcile this?Putting me under that pillow and secretly loving me.Hiding me from your life, your other self.How might I ever forgive you for this?Making this love less than the light of day when once you took my breath away.Unconsciously cruel and blindly battering the lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2827394/ Dance in that black silence and hear my feet pounding out that pain, that anguish of capture.Never stopping this stomp, even when the bones break and blood saturates the fabricated floors of this oppressive construct.I can't hear the lies anymore, my eyes have shut and I just dance.What is living if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2827076/ When I met you, I lost you.When I had yet to meet you, I truly knew you.It is in your absence that your truth, your true self may exist.The flesh can make knowing strange and the silence strengthens the reason for 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Never letting go of those distant lands. I can hear the shaking of the bones as you tote around that bag full of ghosts. No face is left without a stain in your brain as your heart only warms when you smell the plan of your vengeance.H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2825106/ I lost so much in that fire.My feet are scorched and I can't believe I burned it all down.No love could survive that inferno.I tore down the castle with one burst of pain and fury.Oh lord, I didn't see that storm coming...Nothing left but the skeletons of what seemed to be before the hurricane.I los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2824637/ Something is dead inside me...I can't explain the chilling numbness spreading through my limbs but it's crawling beyond measure.I am not able to control this...The cancer is taking hold of me and I can't keep my head above this...Something has died and I can't seem to find my way home.There's nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2822216/ She's just another lie She was only a façade of dreams She can't seem to see what's there in front of herShe is always in needShe's just another lieShe's a fractured mirror She's a glimmer of light on the vast seaShe can't seem to see what she feels when she bleedsShe is always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2821984/ We slay to protect We lie to hide what we need to surviveWe taste death to never forget we're livingWe craft the castle with sweat and bloodWe make towers to hold our sins withinWe lay in the cold, dark stone walls to feel the ghostly shadows hovering so we can hear our chains to this life...We.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2821980/ And there it was…the masterpiece before me.A twisted, deceptive and unkind creature which was crafted by the same.She said, “keep my secret”, and I obeyed.She told me stories of her tormented creation and professed that she would vow to never be the same.And here I am her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2821102/ It’s how we live, strapped tight to the ice cold constructs of fear.Why does imprisoning ourselves give a sense of security?False blankets drape our emaciated bodies as the blood collects at our cold, bare feet.Our bones cracking beneath these heavy clouds and our souls never seem to esc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2820986/ No mortal should feel this, these thoughts stringing to an inevitable fate.Dreams taunting our fleshed minds and hearts with the possibility of escape.There is no escaping that web that is drawn so strongly to your steps.The binding was done before you even took that first breath.You cannot jump for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2820804/ I’m walking with the dead and falling behind.I lag in their wake as my heart weighs me down with those moments you will always know.Hiding in the sheets of time, I can see you there before we met.You, never knowing that I was whispering love in your dreams, like a lullaby of fate leading.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2820634/ I lean back to take the deepest breath as I feel my life drip from my soul.There is nothing that aches deeper than your empty smile on a rainy day.My feet lead towards you in a relentless pattern of unknowing as my hands hunger for your skin.Such a craving, an absolutely indescribable desire to cons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2819548/ I need to go back...back to when I knew what these sounds meant and understand why I walked this path so crookedly.Hear the crickets and morning doves...hear them as they sound the morning to our feet and lighten the day.I miss the shadow of my existence that was...I was before the day and now I lie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2812880/ shallow and empty my grave is littered with decaying heartsI don't know how to mourn let alone have any closure, but I do know that the tearing inside me is darkIt is a fate that just seems to be more about the edges than the steel itselfNo person can fill this void that I have carved so cleverly in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2806455/ I keep the hours tucked under my tongue.Tight lips, hoping they will never come undone.I keep the silence draped around me as a cloak.Hiding beneath, hoping it will not tear and reveal what I am.They say it's a choice because there are drugs.They expect you to just swallow and be normal.They want yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khausart19/2800310/ She abandoned us years ago and yet this wound is still so fresh. 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