http://slow.writerscafe.org/RedChickPoet The original writings of author RedChickPoet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775999062 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A piece having to deal with someone who assaulted me, and has no idea that what he did was wrong. Apparently, the word "No!" was beyond his vocabulary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/1971642/ "Roll Over! Wake up! Stay!"Time.When it's s**t, it passes like slow, painful, diarrhea.When it's positive and worth living, it passes as quickly as a beautiful sunset. I'm not negative.I'm realistic.~ end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/1971639/ Just something I wrote about how I feel about my chronic illnesses, being isolated from life all the time, and missing my spouse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/1004466/ For my love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/205905/ Pools of his soul,endless,ultramarine,pull me towards his teeth. He, the only passenger,on a ride of desire. I am helpless. Lustful vapor,an urgent mistrests on my tongue.From his tainted breathto my mouth. Salty copper-tangslides down, someh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/205886/ Written about the final mistake my heart ever made. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/205884/    Rolling hills of my hands shuffle and swirl,fingers curving like wind-swept wheat.Flesh dances.  Tendon and bone exchange compliments.A dawning ripple creates a canyon river.Rapids howl, trying a soul on for size. And we ride, tempting God and grav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/179217/  Puissant eyes,once filled with knives,go dulland let me rest. Cut into quadrants,her face splits openbecoming segmented gashesresembling an open fig. Wafting,slightly sweet and metallic,her last breath lingers around me.A sigh of resignation, delic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/177346/ Standing atop the trestle,blood nectar spills from his lips.Frantically roused,he watches the Breviaries burn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/174185/ She walks,gracile and shining,through a pastureof daisies and lavender.Birdsong resoundsas she opens her cloak to reveal the childemerging leguminousfrom her belly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/174110/ Bitter without sweet,European chocolate heart.Harness this,and I'd be so strong.Who needs drugswhen I have this mind?Thoughts bend me,suck me down a sharp whirlpool.Razors slice my future.Inside I shrink.Outside I grow...ugly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/174099/ Pink mountains burnas the sun sets,and illuminates the higher ground.I need to reach that fire. Staircase clouds lift me(an unexpected path).Each step, a golden coinspent and enjoyed. Youth calls to me.She greets me with glowing countenanceand bright, sharp eyes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/167227/  Not quite evil,but something is very wrong.The powerful stink of hurt and betrayalradiates from her andinfects the air. She wears her pain,an executioner’s mask,ready to destroyall in her path. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/167225/ * If you want to know exactly what this piece is about, read the author's note. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/158758/ Rolling hills of her lithe flesh taunt me, refuting mundane reality. Ignited with a furious passion, blinded in a black tunnel, I see the end-light is only her. With a slightly diminished sanity, I know she must be mine. I watch and know, she would find pleasure in my arms. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/62470/ Walls of quartz vibrateas the hammer falls.Court convenes. "You are charged with unsubstantial evil. You do not posses even the most rudimental skills." Shame turns skinfrom crimson to ice.  He has no case. "Give me one more chance, "he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/62469/ He hangs, trammeled,seeks to meet her eyes.Asks without speaking,pleads for relief. Nylon tight around his neck, his thoughts cloudbeyond the reality of his mortality. Regret, never felt beforeis felt now.The archive of his lifepasses through him like water... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/55725/ His voice quakes,jeremiad in full swing.He touches me softly.I babble at him.My words crash into his.With a meaty palm, he muffles my vociferation. I feel his slippery tongue lick my shoulder."Insipid flesh", he hisses.His eyes narrow.Excitement becomes bathosas he ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/54860/ Something I wrote when trying to decide between two different paths. I am lucky that I chose the opposite of the one chosen in this piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/54855/ Her world controlled, secretly ruled, an accepted dyarchy.Refuge found only in the typhoon's eye.Numb to parental love,gleefully, the whip fallson scab-caked skin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/51278/ Counterfeit joydazzles and distracts,a conduit for my nervous energy, concerned, but oddly confidentthat the magentaunderneath my fingernailsgoes unnoticed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/51275/ Memories disengage, pixilate.I disconnect. Wrapped in a sarcenet robe,my hand held out before me.Fingers docked one by one with a blade. Punishment,as heir to her insanity.A brigade of doctorsdrag me away. Droplets trail behind me,smear on the tile floorc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/51274/  The mustard sticks,staunch in its resolveto remain so.My tongue wags, begs an appeal, but the yellow liquid seeps from the mashcreating a smile on the plate."I win," it sighs, negating my plan.Bollixed meal fails to appease my taste buds’ temper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/46998/  Born in Warren,a suburban Hell. His first memorieswere of Mother filled with furorarranging and rearranginghis siblings against the wall,somehow ordinal in her mind. Suffocating in the torrid air,windows were shut for privacy.Laconic, she seemed to others,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/46949/ In a diluvium of gasoline and mud,appendages tumble over me.Arms, legs, and even one headtouch me, skin on skin. Greasy, slippery, firm and welcoming,I heave it away from myself in mock disgust.I feel lewd, allowing the texture of the fleshto collide with my logical mind.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedChickPoet/46941/