http://slow.writerscafe.org/Joella The original writings of author Jo Todd en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776207327 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is something in my throat, coating my airways it trickles drip drip drip down into mylungsthey are filled with it drowning in it my body wants it outpushes everything from me till there is nothing left in mylungs but these empty screamsI fight it, clench shut my teeth grind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1409304/ Your conciousness makes itself known, by insistently prodding me in the lower backMy leg greeted with affectionate thrusts as you stare lovingly into my eyes.I breath heavily the sent of meals left to rot and sigh out my resignationI am tiredSleep clings to me as the smell of damp clings to you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1363834/ Sitting PrettyIn a room of gaudy baublesa life time of memoriespiled high aroundeach one holds herwhispers sweetly in her earStay, stay with uslose yourself in usAnd through the doorwaythe stranger watchesthe pretty girlsitting prettyand the girl looks outand seeing the strangerdoes not think to loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1253736/ Take the pill, Choke it downForget your parents are out of town Forget your best mate snorting cokeForget the cigarettes make you chokeForget your stomach tied in knotsForget the food left to rot ere, Mate! got a spare f*g,Lung or Liver?Another kiss to make you quiverA lurid night out on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1201066/ Waves of sound thunder onwardcrash against the shore of our earsthen ebb away like the aftershocksof a hard earned orgasmto come rushing back once moresnippets of song and shout and voices..Fenton, Fenton!... ...Living on a...  ...ALLAN!...   ...I’m just a teenage dirtbag b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1198387/ Sit and listen in rapture as I attempt to capture your attention with my lyrical rhapsodymouths shut, all eyes on me pleaseno distractions as I spill these words that bleed, my thoughts and actions in the lines that you read No hope left as I choke out my emotions in this proseall those who hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1187756/  To sit, to relaxTo relieve my aching legsTo place my many heavy bags on the floor and stop the screaming protests of my tired armsTo force open my stiff hands, moulded into claws by the finger biting handles of my carrier bagsTo roll my now hunched shoulders and breathe out a satisfied groan&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1187710/ You there! Yes youYou with your two matesand your cocky swaggerThinking you're so HARDYou think that just because I am one and you are manythat it would be so EASYWell you're wrongBecause I kick,And I punch And I BiteAnd I ScreamAnd I HATE!And though I may walk away worse off tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1185563/ You stick your hand in the bag and rummagesearching every f*****g nook and cranny for the last few crumbsYou rustle and crinkle like the rest of us are deafYou pull your hand from the packet, your prize pinched between two fingersbring it to your mouth and the hair stands on the back of my neck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1182351/ We wait in the sun, dappled light filters through the treesA playful breeze flows around us, twining with the murmur of hushedvoicesFragile smiles crack and splinter as friends and strangersmeet The crowd quietens, breaths held in anticipationShe arrives, chauffeure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1182110/ I'm an idiotWhat took me so long to realise?Blind eyes and clouded mind they can take the blameI thought you were what I neededcould I have been more wrong?You were just filling a holeStaunching the bloodwhilst my heart was healingA rebound that stuck aroundthat couldn't take a hintthat couldn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1180126/ Your sweet words whispered in my ear anchor me to this world as I shatter to pieces around youYour voice my only tether as my mind goes soaring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1179935/ Down in the darkthe harrower hidesfull of cunning it bides its timeIt’s not made of fleshor muscle and skinbut malice and hateand the evil withinA single thoughta moments spiteand the harrower is bornbrought out into the lightWith the jagged .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joella/1179875/