http://slow.writerscafe.org/Languidcruisers The original writings of author L en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128159 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The smell of roses permeate my roomBut not in a good way.The luscious red faded into a dull brownSoft green hardened into grey -Death lingers in the air, its fingers grasping at meMy hair, my hands, my breasts, my legs -Emptiness fills my lungsThere’s an aching in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Languidcruisers/942891/ I hope you can hear me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Languidcruisers/942883/ It's an experiment, just to get me to come back to writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Languidcruisers/912809/