http://slow.writerscafe.org/fingerspeaks The original writings of author CC en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021511 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This brief story was inspired by a writing prompt, "Describe how you'll die." A whimsical and semi-fictionalized version of my view as to the best way to go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461693/ I believe the tips of our roots touched when we metAnd have been growing together ever sinceI believe the branches of our trees are far enough apart That they never smother the other's access to sunBut instead take turns inhaling the light as it moves across the skyI believe we might not even b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461607/ How about you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461606/ It feels different this time.There is a the usual giddiness, smile that can’t be undoneBut there is something elseI am clinging to my cautionOut of self-preservationAnd emotional maturityBut creeping in stronger still is a sense ofGratefulness.It’s not a matter of wonderingWill this work.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461605/ In a good way, though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461604/ It do be like that sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461603/ The weather cooledInto cuffing seasonAnd I almost let myself fallInto someone else’s armsThey may have beenGood enoughBut  He  Isn’t  YouSo I let him goLike an autumn leafKnowing it could be a long winterBeforeYou spring. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461602/ If I had let himHe would have kept mePulled me close to his chestDone his very bestTo make me happy, fill me upBe the man I wanted him to beHe could have devoted his life To love meYetAll the pieces weren’t quiteWhere I expected them to beHe still wasn’t quite the manI thought I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461601/ A boy found meWho is goodAnd adores meWho reminds me he is thinking of meEvery morningAnd every nightHe is not builtFrom the same bricks as IBut if I gave him the materialsHe would sure as hell tryTo make the pieces fit in a way that made me smileIn a way that let me knowHe could stay for awhileAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461600/ I fell down a holeThinking about the men I’ve lovedHow in piecesI love them stillHow I knowI could never go backBut I knowWhy I stayed when I didI want the Frankenstein of those men[The first's] adoration and gentlenessHis clean smell and kind ways[The second's] confidenceHis intelligenceThat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461599/ He said goodbye.And as soon as I could see through the tears againI let myself go.I let myself go to California and play with my sister soulI ran on the beachAnd walked with a handsome strangerOnly to hug him at the end of the night and wish him peaceInstead of finding new ways to cryI found new way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461598/ I feel likeI just feltThe page turn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461597/ It's a b***h. I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461595/ “But I thought he was real.I thought he was it.”The woman wept to the sky.“How will I ever really know if it’s real next time?”The stars smiled back.“He took your innocence, it’s true.But he left you wisdom.You’ll knowBecause now you can see." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461594/ Thank you for giving myself backThank you for telling me to goSo I can find peaceAnd someone who who can love meThe way that I love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461593/ They tell you time.It’s the seconds and minutes and days andWeeks and monthsThat will heal the hurtBut I’ve found it’s not so much the timeAs the expansionYou can take a broken heartScramble to grab the pieces and put it all back togetherCling to your own, old parts and old them ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461592/ See yourself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461591/ It seemed like it was fading for a moment. Like maybe the worst was overLike maybe I’d already pulled outYour skull and your femurAnd the biggest of your ribsAnd all that was leftWas little phalanges and ear bonesThat would pop away with a brief familiar stabOr disintegrate into my system.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461590/ I felt something new todayRummaging around in the blood And the gutsI never understood what people meantWhen they said they were scaredOf loveWhen they broke things they wantedWhen they ran from people they mightHave run towardsIt’s a dull, heavy thingLike lead, or rusted steelBut it&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461589/ I turned you into a punchlineBut that’s never what you were supposed to beThat’s never what you were to meUniverse, take care of him pleaseHeal the pieces he wouldn’t let me seeFill all the dark places he wouldn’t let me holdI can’t protect him from himselfAnd I can&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461588/ I sat on the 2nd floorOf a country bar with a mechanical bullAnd felt you fall out of meAll over againTwo tears delicate enoughTo shimmer down my cheeksWithout leavingTwo tracksI have many momentsI want to say I’ve tidied the spaceAnd exorcised all the closetsMetaphorically saged my body, mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461587/ I saw the ghost of Christmas future tonight.I felt you, evenAnd I don’t know if youAre all I imagine you to beOr if I’m already projecting in rose tinted gloryBut it was niceSeeing you out of the corner of my eyeImagining you behind meAnd seeing your hands on my hipsAnd also knowingThere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461586/ All of the lightsAll of the lightsAll of the eyesAll of the eyesSometimes it makes me feel aliveAnd sometimesIt just reminds me of a place thatI can’t call home anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461585/ I am a helium balloonI don’t want someone who would pop meDestroy my very essenceOr one who would throw a blanket on meAnd keep me on the groundJust a tetherTo let me dance in the windWithout fear of getting carried awayBy my own moleculesAnd imploding in the heavens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461584/ He always saidI was his sun and moonWhich meansEven in his own mindHe was just a man on the groundToo far awayTo ever really be mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461583/ I’m finished trying to build my futureOn the backs of shooting starsThe next oneWill not be running through the night skyBut lighting it upDiligently, every nightLike the goddamn moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461582/ Break-ups are a b***h, ain't they. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461581/ Break-ups are a b***h, ain't they. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461580/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461579/ What if none of it was a mistake,What if none of it is embarrassingFrustratingI should have knownI should have seenRed Flag Red Flag Red FlagTime Gone Time Lost Time WastedWhat ifHe was exactly who I neededAt exactly the right timeAnd the only tragedyWas that he read the last pageBefore me.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fingerspeaks/2461578/