http://slow.writerscafe.org/MissXtine The original writings of author Miss Christine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206928 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ever wonder who cleans up after a violent death? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/206784/  One: Say That a Thousand Times In the air,on my tongue,on the paper,each time it weighs differently. Say that a thousand times more:My father killed himself. Two: They Made Love He threatened to kill himself a thousand times,a thousand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/191854/ A collection of irreverent senryus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/185603/  fruit is patient­a confident temptressshe waits in my hand            soft and inviting            full and roundand with her scented beautyshe seduces meinto an op.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/183855/  in the darkliquid heatrises and swellsspilling overmy fingers     and wristtracing your nameover     and overinto my skinmy mouth opensand I discovermy tongueis learningthe languageof fire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/183846/ bitter tears cleanse meand flood the hollows withinthere is no drought here           http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/183841/  I imagine she adorns herself     for me alonesilver and blue     dripping from herlike exotic condensationthe damp of perspiration      beading on her skin       she makes me thirst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/183471/              Daddy comes home from work unexpectedly, already drunk and trembling with a rage I can’t comprehend, but I accept it. For hours he sits on the couch, drinking beer and staring at the television. I know my plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/183012/  it’s easy to forget what I came forthe one true thing I knowI’ve forgotten already the power of my voicethe strength of my bodythe gentleness of my own touchthese things I take for grantedevery day my breath comes regularlyand I take no noticei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182881/  I like your thumbs     I told himmy thumbs areyours     he whispereda perfect gesture of surrender I accepted his offeringsbranded them     with wicked thoughts and perilous trialsanointed them  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182740/  back then            a childlooking down intoan upturned mirrorfeet simply trusting             and willing to avoid crushing exposed light bulbsto step confidently ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182619/  this voice—            my voice—had hardened around            some terrible, secret thing            some .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182602/ A conversation between a father and daughter after twenty years of silence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182464/ Short, dark piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182457/  the waitress at the table next to me drops a stack of plates and it shatters everything  patrons clap and whistle, offer the required jabs as she kneels to the floor and begins to pick up the shards the first quietly falls into her apron—a large piece—we se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182449/  this desire to possess youis a barely-caged thingpacing just beneath my skingrowling and snarlingwanting you wanting to devour you there is the simple awareness of your pulseand in an instantI am driven beyond reason to pry apart the barsto tear into you &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182357/              She, the Artist Domme,            Chips away at your resolve            In silence, She carves  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182356/ It can take so little time to lose oneself in an abusive relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissXtine/182317/