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		<description>The original writings of author Girl, Interrupted</description>
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			<title>But It Always Comes Up Easy</title>
			<description>Limbs sprawled acrossThighs and the backs of necksThose three words expressedFar too publicly, thrown aroundWith ease and how amazingThis is, this feeling for youYou want to scream it at the world,Don&amp;rsquo;t you. Show everyone just what you&amp;rsquo;ve Got, go brag, you don&amp;rsquo;t care what H..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/597048/</link>
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			<title>August Ends In Flames.</title>
			<description>Writing out my future as it&amp;rsquo;s gonna happenOnly half of the things that I half want happenAnd I keep thinking maybe if only I played by the rulesLike I&amp;rsquo;m supposed toLike they tell you toThey would bend for me a little, I keep hopingJust this once?Please grab my wrists and just tell meWhat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/596062/</link>
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			<title>B</title>
			<description>You slipped in overnightA pale gray film over my skinA swirl of silverJust seepingIn.And I couldn&amp;rsquo;t even feel it untilMy left side was pressed againstYour rightSkin sticking togetherNever wanting to pull apartAnd there&amp;rsquo;s a word for this,It might be looming over our headsPale gray, a morn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/590429/</link>
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			<title>Winter.</title>
			<description>Swallowing spitChoking on my own self confidenceMy adenoids are swelling andPretty soon I&amp;rsquo;m going to stop breathing.(Oh, what a blessing that would be.)Because for now it has beenUse and get usedLust and not loveAll of my organs are poppingSlowly, in replace are boxesNothing left but a cadaver..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/590426/</link>
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			<title>H[a]unting.</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s raining today.I am sipping my [third?] cup of coffee,And I&amp;rsquo;m thinking, Which is somethingI always tell you not to do.But the feeling is seeping out of myVeins. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;ve saidI&amp;rsquo;ve said everything and I haven&amp;rsquo;t said enough:I am A..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/521928/</link>
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			<title>December.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;c&amp;rsquo;mon, babe,&amp;rdquo; he&amp;rsquo;s sayinghis fingers crawling up andwrapping around my necksqueezesqueezing, and smiling while ourlips are touching, thisis only for fun,I&amp;rsquo;m just teasing,but he&amp;rsquo;s squeezinguntil I can&amp;rsquo;t breathe rightand I&amp;rsquo;m not so sure he&amp;rsquo;s goi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/513546/</link>
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			<title>School, And What Little I Had</title>
			<description>19In the fallI remember it was funAnd it was painfulLove does not belongIn the hearts of teenagers.A never-ending grievance, An ache without let upHe was all things andIn all thingsThere was no restWithout his skinNearby.It&amp;rsquo;s a nostalgia that hits me SometimesWhen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/488492/</link>
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			<title>23</title>
			<description>Sometimes when I&amp;rsquo;ve got a momentAnd the sounds and movements Turn offAnd the daySlows downI think about you.If only you could see what I am Doing now,What you did not contribute to.You don&amp;rsquo;t know me anymore.I don&amp;rsquo;t know you anymore.That goes without sayi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/486062/</link>
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			<title>Lately</title>
			<description>Don&amp;rsquo;t you ever feel like you could Use somePrivacy?Disconnect yourself without disconnectingTalk and talk without censor, knowing someone Is reading, but no one you actually know, thank God,There is confidentiality in that; The only ones actually knowing are God and a bunch of st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/455712/</link>
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			<title>Negative</title>
			<description>If you could see me now,You would not know me;My insides printed on 8 x 10Glossy paper.Three years ago replays in my mind like a silent movie,And I remember that we snapped some pictures togetherAnd you fell for me in the dark and lined me up with you,Slipped together on a reelPlaced..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/446424/</link>
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			<title>Don't Be Mad</title>
			<description>prose</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/356946/</link>
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			<title>Globe Trotter</title>
			<description>for M</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/347281/</link>
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			<title>Catharsis</title>
			<description>its been a long time, i know</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/331207/</link>
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			<title>The Liar, I Am</title>
			<description>pretty much me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/88031/</link>
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			<title>Rubik's Cube</title>
			<description>So many combinations!So very little patienceMy moods don&amp;rsquo;t grace the facesOf a Rubik&amp;rsquo;s Cube, awakenedYou can&amp;rsquo;t just pull off the stickersFrom different parts and place themWhere you need them(Or you want them)In hopes that I will take it.Or will you pull them al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/70767/</link>
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			<title>Missed Opportunities Are Defining Us</title>
			<description>for J</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/51214/</link>
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			<title>I Am An Atlas</title>
			<description>the epitome of me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/41399/</link>
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			<title>The Antisocial Couple</title>
			<description>for Brittany</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/37190/</link>
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			<title>The Melody</title>
			<description>kind of like a song</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/30729/</link>
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			<title>Seth (At The End)</title>
			<description>So at first you told me you loved me thoughEventually I knew you'd change your mind butThen it never should've surprised me because you'dHurt me all the time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adriana/20691/</link>
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