http://slow.writerscafe.org/writethismoment The original writings of author Magzrae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wear some of the clothes that once fit your body. Now they don’t quite stretch to your spirit’s frame. Do they smell of the scent of you, holding that little girl in your arms? You got two years with her. So did I. Not fair that I got just as much. Not fai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writethismoment/2088851/ Identifying as an artist sometimes feels like wearing glow in the dark paint, and I forget who I am while the lights are on. ---Would you be willing to stick around while I navigate the lighting? ---While I drip, melt, chip, apply more, take away some, stain skin, break out, solidify, melt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writethismoment/2088850/ I’m weak for the love between two women.for lullaby voices and delicate jawlines.breast-kissed velvet of smooth compassion.layered rainbows with legs,and canopy-nestled hearts.shades of orange, yellow, green, indigo, and violet cushioned veins,tucked safely in the middle of the familiarly prom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writethismoment/2088849/ The prison bars jolted between my lips when no one even knows I’m in jail. It’s when the endless medicated chapstick application won’t budge them loose. It’s the realization that I’ve been comatose, hooked up to my own feeding tube of toxins, when I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writethismoment/2088848/ Do the floor and the ceiling get along?Or do they just put up with one another because the walls depend on them both? Or do they long to touch one another, hoping and fantasizing to one day collide? Or do they enjoy the view without being too close to screw anything up? Does the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writethismoment/2088843/