http://slow.writerscafe.org/entrailsofmymind The original writings of author Ling Wawa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046149 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The air glows with pastel huesThe way it always does when I’m with youStar constellations glisten in our eyesUpon them I wish we'd never meet our demiseBut forever our souls be interlacedas our fingers areInterwoven like a tapestryWith a story, a smile, a tear in every threadIn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1878224/ Those who gush with emotionHave suffered wounds beforeTo the delicate tissue of their beingIt is not long since the blood stopped flowingThey smile because it feels good to be back on dry land. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877643/ Time slips through my fingers like waterbefore I get a chance to drink it in.Just as droplets jump with frenzied desperation from the edge of a table-top,Salty tears splatter in untiring array as I try to refill the spilt goblet of youth.I crave for my cracked lips to be bathed in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877634/ I don’t trust myself so how can I trust anyoneHow can I trust anythingI don’t trust that this tunnel has an endbut its okI’m used to itI’m used to the rancid smell of despair which invades the airThe omnipresent dark has become a friendthat i could not bear to part with.it en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877633/ The rain pours against my window in the darkPitter patterThe tears of those who cannot sleepThey knock persistently saying ‘’please let me in’’ hold me in your warmthhide me in the soft white you slumber inso it can smother the harsh voices which haunt meLike snow w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877631/ She had a clear umbrellaBecause she never wanted to hide the colour of the sky.Even when the sun was swallowed by grey,She would look up and smileBecause she knew the clouds would soon pass.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877630/ My throat is dryLet me drink in your praisesSo I can laugh againLike a babbling brookRocks soaked in the glittering saliva of the earth.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877629/ He's sickAnd I'm a selfish bitchFor thinking my time is my ownBut pray argue with the thing that demands I give it all my minutesThat I must confine to my room to carry out its biddingOf thinking thoughts that go around and aroundBut what an excuseTo deem an invisible creatureAs the perpetrator of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877604/ she is sweeti take in the nectar of her scentwhilst nuzzling plump blushing skincovered with its translucent velveti drink her inher honey juicestrickle down my chinhow could something so divine be produced of this earth?she is tenderso very ready her perfume intoxicates mei wish to never part .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877602/ He never had a way with wordsCouldn't warm people's hearths with a wry smile and flick of the tongueHe in fact often had an awkwardness that made my skin crawlThat's because I could feel those little militant bugs laying down the scales of my sleepwalking selfThose insects that always arrive to carr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877599/ Days drift by like shadows before I can catch a glimpseI look at my hand and try to remember the feeling of your fingers between mine.Icy air passes through my lungsonerouslyas if they are bored of breathing.I watch the grey sky and wonder how long these clouds plan to stay.I wander the city,lostnot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/entrailsofmymind/1877596/