http://slow.writerscafe.org/luxurylocals The original writings of author zain danyal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094723 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want to believe that I am not the pit in my stomachAll my friends are drowning and the sky is no longer blue but the colour of our eyes and our emaciated faces I want to believe that just because, it would become easier and I will stop trudging through tar I don't remember my mornings by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luxurylocals/2879153/ The maudlin walls looked at me and I smiled I've been here all my life and I have never wanted to leave Every door looks the same with the same number: “119” I have only one friend here, his eyes are sunk and taste of fumes, his fingers blare with the sounds of euthanasia&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luxurylocals/2878874/ Warning: descriptions of wound/blood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luxurylocals/2878626/ The blur of time, prismatic and refractal, casts its spiraling shadow across my silo It marches, not with a military stomp, released from a bludgeoning crass rhythm, but it instead skitters around, whispering its arrival through the sudden feeling that, you are now no longer where you were&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luxurylocals/2878314/ I ask you: maybe I should leaveMy ticket is not here, but the next one over Could you point to me where it leads The seats here feel stuffy, like the third grade busI ask you: what sights are there to seeI have written myself into the stones of the places I have inhabited, at the very leas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luxurylocals/2878312/ I hope that my fear grows branches the size of coconuts, its water glowing with a beige hum that reminds you of painting your childhood roomThat pit in my stomach being so overpowered that it succumbs, violet petals take over instead and sway nicely within the prairieMaybe I'll see to it that my ete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luxurylocals/2878311/