http://slow.writerscafe.org/AvadaKadavra The original writings of author Audrey Owens en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007675 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 HoopsTonight, I am truly one of the Walking Dead.So tell me why I should keep living byThe rules and standardsYou hold so dear,When you’re only holding them up as hoopsFor me, your little b***h,To jump through? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/993852/ DeserterIt doesn’t matter anymore.Not even now,After we slept on jagged rocks,Crawled through caves on our backs,And laid still for days to avoid exposure.One by one, they all turned back.Imagination has no scope of war.Whatever we signed up for,It wasn’t this.  It never is.Whatever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/993849/ GhostHow does a girl,With absolutely nothing,Get everything she craves?First, she lets it all go,Accepting that it will never fully be hersTo hold,To handle,Ever.And then she goes for it,Doing all that she can to make it real.But the trick is this;She has to freeze,Turn into a body of ice,Cloudy as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/993503/ The ArchitectShe builds her castles not with stones...They raised her around music,And it was part of her daily life.A Talent, she was.She could sing before speaking,Write before reading,Weave before spinning the thread.“Talents tend to choose their power,”The doctor told them.“Soo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/992821/ Monsters Will Destroy ThemselvesLashing at the hands that love themOnly realizing too late:It's dying, a love once bright now dim,The raised scars only catching the glow.Something took more than it was given,Something gave more than it had,And then the stars all died.I let the Dove go freeBut it cam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/991745/ In my worldWe live on a beach, facing the rising sun.White dunes capped with palms guard us.The smell of sea-salt in our lungsFlavoring my poetry.Black-curled hair waved by moisture,A black sky about to rain on usWhile a darker ocean screams at us bothFor not knowing any better.I bathe my naked curv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/991278/ NewbornAs he took from the worldIts first gift of air,All she could think wasHow even in the wombHe'd already disappointed her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/991273/ Third of His NameIt was autumn.September.I think.A cycle of patterns that repeat,The secrets hidden in a shade of blue.He was the Third of His Name,The first still lingering, but lost.I did it to avoid the inevitable mistake.But that’s another story,For another autumn or two.A few months left,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/990379/ Every egg reaches a stage in its development when it wants to hatch.The human body is no different. The ethereal embryo that has matured inside fleshWants to take its first breath.Except the fleshy shell does not break away like eggs;It has be torn and slashed,And since the embryo is aetherThis now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/960741/ I hope I never knowJust how much I love you.Because for me to be certainI’d have to hurt youIn just such a way that makesYouHateMe. And once I realizeYou’re never looking backAnd I’m trying to pick up the pieces,I’ll still think of you,And then I will know. But I never want t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/960737/ The walls in my bedroom are pock-marked with wounds. Like all scars, they too tell a story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvadaKadavra/960725/