http://slow.writerscafe.org/OminousMolly The original writings of author Molly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016791 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You came to meTalking to me in my head as I sleptAnd you said I'd be alrightWell now, that was a promise not very well keptWhen the day arrived I stood by youwhen it would be smarter to walk awayThis isn't good, but it's hard to destroyThis would be easier if I didn't enjoyStay with with until your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/751506/ I know I'm not supposed toI know it's not my placeI know so well to stay awaybut this I cannot do with graceI know there's nothing to itI know the drive in this is...Like you, I want to play, butmy heart is in the wayI know my arguments areI know my view's insaneYou cut me open, I should gobut I pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/751503/ Stepping on landmines light as a feather, wishing to guard you and make you all better because I see trouble and wounds so infected and I love you and want you all safe and protectedOh please keep your breathing steady and coolto put you through fire is unwise and cruelbut nobody's pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/751501/ I'm moving away, you're stuck in your trackI'm trying to see you but you don't look back. We're bound to each other and inside we know that we're so good together but I'm about to go.You turn in your circles where noone belong and all we called perfect feels so oddly wrong. Insid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750957/ Thereis a simple playfulness about the way he lets his hands rest on me,and a truthful aura surrounding him at all times.Nothingis luring underneath. He is who he claims to be.Myfoot gets stuck in rippedsheets sinceyesterday and I can’t help smiling. I recall the details .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750833/ Oh,don’t speak, your words are unnecessary.Don’t throw inanenonsense my way when youshould put that tongue to better use.Don’tstop when you’re uncertain of what I want,keep going, I’ll let you know.I’lllet you know.Thefine line between.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750831/ Iknow what this is. I know where it leads. I can sense the disaster inthe pattern that I trace. The strokes are simple but form a dauntingimage nonetheless, but I think I will paint until it's done thistime.One stroke becomes two as the brush in my hand meet withthe paper. I can see what's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750829/ Cradleme to sleep in a perfect lullabyStall a little longer, I don’tneed your reasons whyChannel all your cravings, take it out onmeI know what really matters even when it’s hard to seeTearmy heart to pieces, you know how to put it backShatter myfoundation and then get me back .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750827/ Yourhonesty paints my world in colors and your innocence rubs off on mysleeve of emotions. I love the way you speak and the pictures thatyou paint. They’re bed stories for damaged people in critical needof simplicity, laughter and love, and a smile is spreading across mytired face. Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750825/ Thereis a tension in this room that I am not able to get rid of, a certaineerie feeling of an ominous end. Like a thick layer of invisiblegrease it flows through both the room and me. This electricity mergeswith me, penetrates my skin and shocks me to the core. Oily drops ofsex, passion, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750824/ I’msick and tired of ghosts and vindications, whitewash and eschewal.Just keep quiet and keep going. No words of reassurance and nolenient efforts are wanted from you now. Justput your hands around my waist and pull me closer. Let everythingelse die out and put the world on mute. All.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750822/ A story about love and deception, embraced by the beautiful surreal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750373/ And all these words can spread like poisonjust as every syllable can healEach and every sentence yieldingto however I may feelYou can pull me out from underwith narrations I can senseAll these words will make me wonderwhat's behind the thrill suspenseAnd all these words they spread like venomlike a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750370/ Ihave a smile on my face where others would put a frown, but I can’tor won’t do anything about it. I like it here between these sheetsin this home where I will never belong. I enjoy the serenity in theaftermath of my actions.I’m not here.I’m never here.He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OminousMolly/750365/