http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaelynmiller1 The original writings of author Kaelyn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054725 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His Breath Lingers Still The gold piece sat atop an elderly, abandoned box in the upstairs closet. Eloise knew she mustn’t touch, but her spruce-toned eyes spread wide in wonder and awe of the beautiful metal. She stretched her young, fragile body, the tips of her fingers barely brushing the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaelynmiller1/2019645/ In a corner darkFace, grime and dirt, tearsHands behind back, blood and blistersThroat raw and lips crackedEyes swollen, head hung lowDon’t touch meIn a room smallRibs, bruised and broken, hurtLegs collected underneath, sweat and scarsHair entangled and nails bitArms shake, body tremblesDon&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaelynmiller1/2015853/ MercyIt didn’t matter to her father, so she knelt, she held it in when he picked up the belt.She couldn’t help but wonder, was is heartfelt? The blunder, plunder, thunder under each welt.The hard work, it was nothing to her, the dirt on his knuckle,he widened the gap when she no longer s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaelynmiller1/2012809/