http://slow.writerscafe.org/7Alenna The original writings of author Prem en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776138902 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i press my fingerpads to the flesh of my stomach. i move them upward, leftward, slow. when my fingers come by the cage of my ribs, i count each one as i pass it by. one, two, three. bone mountains and valleys of flesh. thrum of blood. four, i count, and i pause. there my finger presses deeper, sunke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/7Alenna/2920037/ ✨ It started as self-indulgence, as most things do. It ended with me staring at a block of text waxing poetry (ha) about success and what it takes to get there. ✨ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/7Alenna/2823718/ This is a story about a star (the ones you see in the sky, not superstar-stars) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/7Alenna/2761570/