http://slow.writerscafe.org/thedevilsmouth The original writings of author The Devils Mouth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776085634 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a vignette but please read! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/697596/ one day I woke up dead so I went in search of life my pale white body gone, I only found a knife it's blade was dried with paint or maybe that was blood but there was something else I found just one black glove one day I woke up dead so I went in search of shame my pale white body gone I found but o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/681084/ Petals fallslowly dieing as they float down to the icy ground leaving an empty space that can't be filled slowly they unravel more falluntil nothing's left and all the petals have blown away                   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/681081/ scared I curl upwithering in my own suffering twisted and black I wallow in my darkness when light comes it is to bright I stumble, blinded by a dazzling white it burns my fleshforcing me backcrawling back into my black whole ragged, I wail, by my own darkness am I blinded by my own light am I burne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/681074/ I knew I shouldn'tthey even told me not to but I didwhy when how but they don't get it they haven't felt itthe feeling your so scared afraid of what your doing of yourself and after you cant remember why of when only how and then you burn your fear charring youstating from the inside slowly eating i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/681070/ I am hidden an outer shell cover me smiling an laughing my shellinside I rage, like an ocean caught in the storm only calm when the eye is centered on it I clash and hiss, clawing at them I slam against my shell, like waves breaking on rockssteady it holds, not daring to show how damaged and broken .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/680909/ It gets betterevery night lessbut I know that's not true I know that if I wait,crouching in the shadows is what I've been dreading the blade that slits my throat the stone that shatters the glass and every time it shattersthe more shards of broken glass there are to pick up I know that when I pick u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/680906/ A cutters mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/680449/ Beneath the world of which we know a land of fire thrives in our ears the devil tellstales of his demisehe rises up like steam on water he speaks of killing, rape, and sin his whispers echo hollow eyes fear of where we have yet been hot breath ices down our neck cries of ravaged women ring snapping .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/680440/ beware to those, the weak of heartin these pages fire hides between the lines the demons dart by this pen may devils rise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/680433/ Sometimes I wonder,if when darkness has fallen  and all the stars have gone out if when the demons rest and all the whips lay silent if when the cries have quieted and all hope is lost I wonder if the devil cries http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/680432/ I have seen the devilto me will he speakon my lips he whispers his secrets I will keepas I lay in darkness up to me he creeps to me he will sinfrom my neck he'll drink http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedevilsmouth/680430/