http://slow.writerscafe.org/Author971 The original writings of author Xena Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115369 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Checking if my chest is rising, eyes are closed, but i'm not gone.Gas stove leaks, I drop my lighter, i'm so tired of holding on. Unplug the jukebox, and dance with the lights off, this is my condition. I slip into bed to hide from my head, but it follows me into ignition.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Author971/2152604/ The red Japanese Maple tree on the top of the hill asks, "should I take the white or tan pill?" I tell him neither, his leaves are much sweeter than any silly capsule could ever amend.I swing on his branches and bask in his shade before coming to a scary realization. His leaves are just re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Author971/2152603/ Just a poem I guess http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Author971/2098786/ I wish I would have sent this while you were still alive... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Author971/2098785/ A poem about my parents. My cowardly father, and lying mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Author971/2098775/