http://slow.writerscafe.org/barefoot_empress The original writings of author ~barefoot empress~ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036203 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 when a lock fails in my mind warehouse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/2119676/ Sap was bright green, like the saplings that crowded the garden, and the poor soul stuck in a horrible situation. In this way, he earned his name twice over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/2049265/ Her pulse quickenedBlood rushed to blossom on her cheeksHe pryed in effortlessly Every time her name fell from his lips, She slipped more deeply into his undertowHer breath was held captive in her throat when she would listen to his voiceHe fed her, his words like spirits,She consume.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/2028304/ Journal entry after having oranges in bed one night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/2028241/ There are so many things I wish to confess to him So many things I want to say To release I wish to break free from all this burden Let go of all this darkness Expel all that confines me to a ember I want to grant his requests, and fall open to him But my tongue is bound, thick in tethers Rendering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/2028062/ A Newer, darker look at an old story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/1971846/ Written for a beautiful summer, for my older younger sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/1361851/ For my baby sister Written May 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/1361850/       I am strong. I am independent. I don’t need a man to hold my hand and lead me. I am both mother and father to my son. I can shoot a gun and handle a knife with skill. I can hold my own in a fight. I don’t need his paycheck. I don’t need someon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/397413/  Death falls around him Like the cloak of nightStriking at his loyalties Around himThey fallLeaving him To fightAloneIn the battlefield of his mindA king without his menHe mourns them as they give in to the nightAnd to listen to him speakEach one has his own story of nob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/387130/ I was thereThere I wasStaring, and knowingIt laid drawn before meThis one simple act This thing I craved for so longI imagined the pain as devastatingBurning through me, piercing me, shooting down my arms and radiating the tips of my fingersA collage of tearing agony and beautiful destru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/368377/ Things I find beyond the suface of a quote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/368347/ An essay, on what the word means when I use it. written sept 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/349144/  She sat in the small mom and pop gas station. One of only four, in the hole in the road, backwoods town she had lived in since she entered the fifth grade. Of the four, this was the only one open this time of night. She imagined this would be the closest she would ever come to a posh coffee .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/347507/ Not written to shock, or awe. No call to impress. No rhyme or reason. No detailed symbolism. In very simple terms, the mourning of a soul mate. Written Sept. 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/347189/ this is simply what it is. One day I was talking and I accidentally inhaled a gnat. As absured as it sounds, I Imagined it flying around inside me long after I had swallowed it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/347042/ Written in the summer of 2007. I was yearning for distraction, and this is what came out when pen met paper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/346841/ Written August 4, 2008. Reflections at three in the morning seem to be the purest somehow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/346839/ Written November 21, 2008. My interpretation of my loveless love life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/346838/ Written April 25, 2007 two days before the end of my marriage. A blood halo around my new moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefoot_empress/346837/