http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dixie_The_Great The original writings of author Dixie Slaughter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776343695 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For the mom that abandoned me for a bigger evil. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1839516/ Free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1680175/ Darkness can be peaceful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1680132/ I am beatific.You can not tell me I amas incompetent as you.I am kind.You can not tell me I am as sadistic as you . I am seraphic.You can not tell me I am as monstrous as you.I am powerful, and beautiful.Where you are vicious and cruel.I am nothing but human.I am perfect, yet so imperfect.I am me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1666930/ You breed the hate sodeep in your children's tiny hearts,why so barbaric? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1666919/ Sometimes I'm lost, even with so much light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1666882/ I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1665962/ Don't be so quick to,Judge the shameless wanderers,Purity isn't pure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1665935/ I was raised on Hope.It reminds me,of a leaf blowing in the wind.And the wind is just,The rotten breath of my loved ones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1665922/ He's holding her tight. He feels so warm and safe. She closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them he is no longer dashing and handsome, but terrifying. His touch burns her leaving marks he calls symbols of affection. She can't move, she's stuck. He leans in to kiss her and his lips have poiso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1664589/ She's in a glass box, face buried in her hands, her knees brought in holding them tight.  She sobs, feeling her hot tears slowly scar her face as they pour out from her eyes. All she can hear is painful voices. There are so many and she's scared. She grabs two fistfuls of her hair and screams. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1664582/ The en-caged birdis as lonely as the last leaf on an oak treeat the end of fall.It's songs are no longercarried by the windfor its voice is restrained by it's own mind.That bird is nothingbut an antique sitting in a cage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dixie_The_Great/1664579/