http://slow.writerscafe.org/absinthe-rime The original writings of author Katya Hutchinson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776087503 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000181 EndHTML:0000014633 StartFragment:0000002368 EndFragment:0000014597 SourceURL:file://localhost/Users/katya/Documents/one%20cup%20of%20piss.doc Green walls. Green because it’s soothing. And it had to be soothing, the hospital room. Not that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/460360/ Little sky fliesash falls through this glory worldperverted snow and acid swirlsstuck to my skin and on a whimi’ll taste ittongue to the sky like I’ve ever prayed to Godirony and it’s leaden rodbecause I wont find an answerfrom this man-thing made of fogmaker of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/442732/ 1:09 and my heart retreatsback behind these bonesthese gelatinous bones.they've grown soft from defeat.and my young body resonatesfrom an age it hasn't known,to harmonize with the song,of a friend flying home.Notes on her wingthe gentle comfort she sings.Hear the song of the lory.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/428702/ I don’t have the right pills,The right knife, the right skillsThe right motive to killThe perverted tick-tock of this world that we fillAll aloneUn-atonedAnd disheveledWe grow.Towards the sky, towards a lieTowards the vexing, perplexingAtmospheric domainAnd the air’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/427997/  when i was five years old, i flew. my mother piled half the family into her tiny car, and we drove off to feel the rain on our windows. michelle, my cousin, got the passenger seat because it was her birthday. alec, my brother, was just a year, and he got strapped into his second-hand car seat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/345040/  kay kay kay gangsta major,know you play play play with light sabersjust gimme one dollar boy, swear you'll hear me holler cuz i'm five foot three and boy I can't reach unless you bend for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/344469/   dont play games kiddo,  got things i gotta get rid of,  skeletons in my closet dancin, drippin in the faucet shakin them baby bones like they ain't got no home,  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/344468/   don't bite me little man you wanna fight me, think you can? i got a wicked battle plan im gunna rock you like graphite, f****n kryptonite till you cant even s**t right sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/344467/   i can be happy just sitting in rain in a rusty old swing in the downpour with the sirens around me screaming in vain swing deaf to their harmonious roar i can see with neither eye, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/344463/  All these people all inside themselvesTheir bodies are the final strawThe little bags holding their insidesBut just a little pressureSome sin, some stress hereAnd they will pop and bleedLike so many pomegranate seeds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe-rime/344462/