http://slow.writerscafe.org/Saradakota The original writings of author Saraplenty en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776059599 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Did you feel it...the moment I started pulling away,after you bruised my heart with your push(ing)? Did you see it...how the light I saw in you vanished,when the spark in your eyes for me dimmed? Did you hear it...the sound of my soul ache,as I stopped hearing your desire for me? Did .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saradakota/764711/ My hands are reflecting how I feel.Torn and ripped skinBleeding out slowlyFar less than the fast hemorrhaging I know is happening within.And I find that the biting and rakingslicing and grazingdoes not easethis inner soul shaking.But I keep chewing in pain.Because sometimes the familiar is my comf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saradakota/735347/ I thought of you,on tax day.With your money and time all spentand your soul cashed outlong before Uncle Sam cameto stake claim.I wondered if you felt it,the despair.Of another birthday passanother year of staring aloneout dirty windows too cloudedto recognize the future y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saradakota/715735/ I'm trying to breathe here.Could you kindly,remove your torn outlong agotortured, toxic heartfrom around my neck?The noose is more than I can bare.I am hanging.Floundering desperately,as you cooly,drive by the ghost of my shadow,you left behind.Twisting out in the cold wind.You smile.Sickly sweet.wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saradakota/709683/ Once upon a time there lived a princess, who was actually a queen, butto keep from completely shattering the fragile male egos surroundingher she humbly restrained asserting her authority. 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