http://slow.writerscafe.org/ebarguil The original writings of author Elisa Barguil en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776268014 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My mother talks and talks. I fear she mayBe right. What if my sister is indeed a w***e? FlauntingHer thickness among Indians in the Panamanian jungle,Bad people blinding her to the obvious warnings-dead dogs And bleeding cows, half-eaten horses stuck in that muddy terrain,Land unfit for bearing any .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ebarguil/2055306/ I sat on your bed, boiling hotAching all over. I stared up at the Stars we had plastered-togetherOn your ceiling. Your hand touched your crotch-the mattressMoved side to side, I just wanted your hand on My forehead, words like: “You are the mostBeautiful girl I have ever known.” Although.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ebarguil/2055305/ You will always be in my mind, alwayswant me even when the day comes    that you don’t.And I will never quite be as good      as you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ebarguil/2055304/ So       it was my fault when i Convinced myself    you were in love with a ghostOn some train      and you had settled with me, a nice girlTo forget      the beauty of her eyes     &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ebarguil/2055303/ What makes me             different from she?Was she curly-haired    freckled -face slit-eyedmaybe    well, what makes me    me?What makes me         &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ebarguil/2055302/ The image of the roach walking near my laptop- I thought it was some sort of hallucination. Its burgundy shell, I thought, must be the only thing that keeps its insides intact. As if a roach is a composite of boxes, separated parts that would otherwise crumble-if it weren’t for that red shell... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ebarguil/2055154/