http://slow.writerscafe.org/momo237 The original writings of author Momo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978404 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To paintawayA memoryIs more frustratingThantoday’s economy.To putmy pastUpon thepageIs tolive a lifeDetachedof rage.Butstill I carryLittletime with meTo paintme a volcanoEruptingat sea.Howeveras I grow olderWiserI&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/momo237/2032661/ Not danglingKicking High above in the raftersThe ledge near the cave ceilingKicking Calcite spikes pointed in my directionLabelled with disastersPain. Rage. Abandonment. LonelinessThe rope behind me tempts meKnotted into insanityTo cross where the bridge broke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/momo237/2032134/ The small dark figure jumped off the high brickwall and into the graveyard, stumbling a little as it hit the ground. It dusteditself off and crept along the graves in the dead of night, the wet grasssqueaking under its tennis shoes. After running up a few rows of headstones, itstopped and lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/momo237/2032130/