http://slow.writerscafe.org/Marcellaa The original writings of author Marcella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041361 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my mind is a battle groundscarred all over the creases of knowledgeyet the surface smooth appearsIlluminated by moonlightsharp needles mindlessly destroyingthe layers of my skincutting through the fleshwhich I barely recognise to be my own http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcellaa/2849995/ the heavy dread hidingcrouching behind my organs the familiarity of the heavy metalweighting down every bone calcium lacking its efficiencyevery molecule so brittle each cell overflowing with thick liquidreaching the edge pouring li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcellaa/2849764/ I am a poet in the way I rest my penin my creased fingersand smother the inkin the way I see time pass by the globeand in birds I recognise lost loversat the shore I collect pieces of this earthin you I find my museby touch I could recognise you blindby smell I could paint you in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcellaa/2849762/