http://slow.writerscafe.org/hannahjchin The original writings of author hannahjchin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776089813 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 They always told youyour hands were your bestfeature. Your height, your smile,your laugh, your hair..Your eyes, but they were wrong.They did not mean it the way I did.See, I always thought your best featurewas your eyes.Your plain eyesthat weren't piercing,nor did they posses a wildness ora distinct.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahjchin/744208/ You insistand you are angry.But they plead with theireyes.You choke and try tohide it.They see itand care foryou.But they are beginning tochoke too.Beginning to fade.All because you areletting the candle burnfor the onewho left you.Rather than blow it out andstop the smokefor them.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahjchin/736156/ I hide in God's shadowas my heart is immuredand panic rises to aplace above my tightlyclosed eyelids.Stripping me of,of the dignity I have pretended to own.Painfully smoldering contending desires.In wanting you so much,my feelings have slipped themselvesinto the realm of subconciouscontemp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahjchin/736139/ You wouldn't havebeen a letter.You never hadthat much to say.Not a love letter,I would have laughed at that.Nor a billboard,you never had tosell yourself to me.Never would you have been a songwith it's cottoncandy reach,sticking to everythingleaving it's markon nothing.You wouldn't&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahjchin/736133/ Shudderingbreathe in.but it's hard when you lookat me like that.Eyes are not meant to be spikes or barbs,but deep dark pools.You try to convince me it is better than howI'm saying it was.But you and I both knowsaying it right wontmake it true.Breathe out.i descend from my thoughts,wei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahjchin/736104/ You walk alonearms outstretchedreaching for that beamof light. 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