http://slow.writerscafe.org/leppero The original writings of author leppero en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173073 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's when she talks to me and everything and everyone fades to the periphery because the sight of herher eyes, her face, her legs, her curves makes my gut swing like a pendulum  takes the air from my lungsdrains the blood from my brain and my nerves twitch from spo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1485403/ I'm not sure when it happenedcould have been all the alone time countless hours spent drowninginside my young angry mindcould have been the violence could have been the words could have been wired this way truth isI can't help but hurt, or worse it's second nature a jin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1484082/ She, is simply beauty a soft sacred rarity, of pastel pinkand heaven's scent she is smallfraught with fragilitieslike a child and she gave her heart to me so that Iam her sun, her rain her sustenance and she, simplymeans the world to me for Koshka, mo chroi  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1479161/ "Did you see yer one from number sevenmarried on the Friday in a brand new frock and she with the airs and graces of a princess sure didn't she hang out her sheets on the Saturday and no sign nor trace of the marital blood "[And the three of them gave a knowing nod of the head, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1479106/ It's as if   her fingers moved silent and slow     like creeping ivy     laying siege   to the beat of me       and when they shrank away   so too did the warmth of their covering       ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1478097/ and they are the new silent people sat on boardwalk benches watching the Liffey run for it's life away from the city   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1478048/ could you send someone down to reach into himand wrench the thing out by it's neckthen burn it between their handsso it never comes backback, to take the sharpness from his mind or to haunt his eyes or steal the step from his stridegod know's he's earned it I mean, for the love o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1477760/ Danse Macabre #5For only the dead truly know death   and yet, all and sundry will tell you a thing or two   you, who live and breathe     do you know about sadness   unfettered wailing with flaying arms   an aching emptiness that feeds &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1477665/ Her wounds were sealed with a ruby wax that bled open when the sun shone her lips were sewn shut with threads spun from the entrails of memories she wore the night for a cloak and danced with the bones of old ghosts who’d carved their names on her skin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leppero/1477042/