http://slow.writerscafe.org/4laika The original writings of author laika en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775943407 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 death cannot be robbedonly staved offshaved, lostfor a moment onlyfalse forgottenyou can steal death in the middle of the night on october 3rd and think you’ve gotten away with itbut it will track us down, those who are still herecracked palms reaching, as a beggarcalling for inherited penance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/4laika/2980120/ too righteous to die, too prideful to live. if your wings were wax you would be melted. bleeding heart,essence of life, shattered choices. you lose a feather every time you take flighta smattering of your soul left with each past moment. your wings are too heavy to be furled, too beautiful to be cut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/4laika/2930226/ then i will unravel,bones and blood forced from my bodylike arils from the pomegranatescraped out by reddened hands,i lay--mangledmuddiedmuddledmincednow shape me,i begmold memake mehold me, scrapemei did not ask to be ripe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/4laika/2929976/ rough rough draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/4laika/2929973/ there is no tearing at first,just aches http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/4laika/2929972/ growing up in south florida.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/4laika/2929969/ my, how quickly we turn--rough draft, i still want to thesaurize (new word i just made up, i'm sure you can glean the meaning) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/4laika/2929968/