http://slow.writerscafe.org/FoxandtheSword The original writings of author FoxandtheSword en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041496 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every day,I straighten my curls,Paint my lips with a perfect arch,Draw wings on my eyes,~Every day,Trying on shirt after shirtSeeing what makes me look the thinnest,Short skirts that leave little to the imagination,~But why?Since when did zero become such an important number,When did we start wastin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2066308/ In light of recent events http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2066304/ A finite number of particles,swirling within an infinite universe,creating planets, patterns, bodies,colliding together to form you and I.Somewhere far through starlight,we exist in parallel form,Our alternate bodies dwelling far outside of our reach,Somewhere in the deep abyss,We live multiple live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2060068/ I often find my mind going on adventures,Through our past memories,To our future,And I feel the corners of my mouth twitch,Cheeks burn,Eyes falling closed,Drifting off,Until you cast your line and reel me in,Laughing,"Thinking about me again?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2058464/ You don't know the pain,of walking down sterile, pale hallways,monotone beeps ringing in your brain,Knowing that he lies there,Lifeless,Cold,With a machine keeping the drumming beat in your chest,I held your hand,And for the first time in my life prayed,Prayed for the blueness to return to your eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2057445/ For anyone stuck somewhere in their own minds who needs to get out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2057387/ We tell young girls that their weddings will be the best day of their lives,Not their graduation,That one day they'll make some man very happy,Not a woman,We tell young girls that their lives are predestined,That only certain things can make her whole,They put us in the window to be looked at by men.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2057385/ When I leave this world and enter the next,I hope it'll be as grand as I'd imagined,with the voices from my head echoing in the clouds,the touch of his skin like satin on my legs,and the soft words of a stranger,"Welcome home" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2057195/ Drinking her was like sipping fine wine,Rich,Sweet,Savored bringing a gentle warmth in your throat,Pulling him into an oblivion,her velvet feel sliding over his mouth until the end,leaving a lingering after taste, memories stained his lips,and then he was left to wonder,why the cheap bottles ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxandtheSword/2057194/