<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Druscilla Morgan | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/DruscillaMorgan</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Druscilla Morgan</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776094719</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>SIGHTLESS I SEE</title>
			<description>Sightless I see the sad parodyThat which I have becomeA betrayal to my own truthA w***e to my very existence&amp;nbsp;Sold out, &amp;nbsp;slapped aroundVicious and vicariousMe! Me! F*****g Me!!Give to MEWant MEForgive MEWhy ME?&amp;nbsp;And who am I anyway?Who was I ever?Did I have..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DruscillaMorgan/266927/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>STRIPPED OF FLESH</title>
			<description>Stripped of flesh, you gorge yourselfOn dissonance and yesterday&amp;rsquo;s newsSliced and diced, circumventedYou blister with disease&amp;nbsp;Eyes wired shut and heart dissectedEmpty spaces of in-betweenGorged delicacy of discontentWith nothing to appease&amp;nbsp;Wide eyed with fear you ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DruscillaMorgan/266910/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>SONG OF MY SOUL</title>
			<description>Song of my soulYou shiver in a moment of timeCold Lost in the torments of the mundaneI search for you&amp;nbsp;But all is silence&amp;nbsp;A vast stretch of desolationBeyond the tears Where do you hide sweet minstrel?You play for me no more&amp;nbsp;The roar of silence&amp;nbsp;Dreams ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DruscillaMorgan/266907/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>THE WARNING</title>
			<description>Child, beware the twilight dwellersThose whose hearts rise with the moonTheir smiling faces, teeth baredUnknowing of careDried bones scarred by timeTheir darkened hearts ever seekingEver feasting&amp;nbsp;Beware my childThey will beguile you with sweet wordsAnd carve their name into ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DruscillaMorgan/266901/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>