http://slow.writerscafe.org/Laurelrose12 The original writings of author Laurel Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779768528 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Guarded by darkness, it's too late,The dungeon doors have closed.The lights of heaven faded from your existence.The sound of rattling chains, Echoes off four chambers.Lingering on your tongue,Metallic lust from ankle cuffs.You beg your veins to open up, and swallow the poison you nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurelrose12/2006292/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurelrose12/2003749/ A scoop of ice falls into a glass, I watch as the liquor pours, and I wish it could enter my nerves.I'm shot with annoyances from every direction, but I hold my composure.I hear my name in the distance, but I drown out the sound, with the voices talking over one another.I try to avoid eye co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurelrose12/2002276/