http://slow.writerscafe.org/imottola The original writings of author foxcryptids en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105009 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rewrite my life andScrape me clean.Erase these ugly lines worn by time.Transform me.Let me live a day not as myself.As something morethan myself.For I have been changingand changingand changingbut always in the same ways.I don't knowhow to be anyonemore than myself.They tell me this i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2799649/ Shaking limbs and unsure hands.Ice pick at the base of my skull.Pulsing throb behind my eyes,purple half moons carved below.There is such a beautiful,poetic,tragedy that beckons me to the edge,testing my mortal self,seeing how far I can gobefore I fall.I want to be perfector nothing at all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2798039/ The old gods sleepin wait for that beckoning light,the dawn of another time long gone.The new gods,they are awake.Screaming,they rage.First daughter.First burden.First to want to rip the skin from her face,replace those faults with golden truth.I have my father's wide eyesand his white hot rage.I ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2798037/ Piercing windand freckled cheeks.Pale skinand a cold stare.The sky screamed and crackedtrying the reach her-I tried to reach her.But she always slipped.Falling.Falling. Falling.It was not the first time.It would not be the last.Death loved her too muchto let her stay long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797432/ Please, if you must kill mego for my heart.Plunge your knife deep inside,your name a whisper on my bloodless lips.But please,never allow your knifeto stab my backfor I can forgive hate,but not a love that never was.Call me naive,but let me know, my love,the monster inside,and I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797431/ As we reinventunder the moon's soft gazecutting free those partswe bury the truths deeper deeperhoping that refusing to rememberwill let us forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797430/ Tell me I am alive.Convince mewith your tender lies.Caress my mindwith the secretsno one else can know.Let me feel all that anguishall that violencethat has rattled in my veinssince my birthuntil my screams turn raw. Allow my heart to beat just once moreonly for you.Poison my hollow h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797219/ Sweet redemptionat the hand of your hate.Please,let me hold youas you strike me down.Let the anger consume,blurring the linesbetween the love we once hadand what remains in its gaping hole. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797217/ Piercing, raging iron plunges down my throat.Gasping and grasping,tiny tendrils of darknesscreep, fighting to overtake.Drowning and burning.Limbs seizing and loose.Heavy and weightless.Scream bubbles upbut numbness overtakes.Anger, betrayal,and I will fight the gods.I bring them my rageon a gol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797215/ Droplets of crystalline ichorandwinds of sweetest spring.A memory unfurls,gathering strength in its wake,leaking into the consciousas thoughlifehas been breathedinto its fragile veins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797063/ Night-drenched skinand bloodless lips,shoulders caving inand trembling hips.Thrumming through the silencelike a beating of wings.Scraped knees and a slow crawl.Butthat thrumming beat,that relentless heat,it dug in deepercurled in the recessdeeper, deeper, deeperit thrummeddeeper, deeper, deeper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797061/ I stood in wait,listening to the siren callof oblivion.Stranded on the cliff ofnot enough,never enough.The hours were a sluggish veilblinding and filteringgiving occasional glimpses,breaths,of sharp airto fill my lungs.So still I wait,hoping to take my last.Fearing that this will be the last.Forever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797060/ There is a sweet,hollow sadnesssleeping in my chest.It grows when I am still,confusing and kind,it rears its head-reminding meI am never enough,I can never be enough.A talon grip it has,clenching my heartin its greedy fist.Hollowness is a roaring silence,unsure of whether to cryor scream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797059/ Painted strokesof gentle destructionwinding and reachingtoward creation.Desperation upon her browand coal in her heart,the weight in her soul,a lover of the art.A visionbut not alone,for deep down she knewthis dream was not her own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797058/ Lips of crushed velvet,and eyes of ruined glass,shatteringand shatteringanyonewho got too close.They told herto steadyher heart,her mind,but they forgotyou cannot silencewhat cannot be heard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imottola/2797057/ There was a legend. 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