http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lady_JRose The original writings of author JessicaRose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053221 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We will always be a little death,swooping down to pluck upwhat remains, what everythingleaves behind.We are the purveyors ofhuman appetites, immoral and rapacious.We are their tired, their poor,their huddled masses. Sad scavengersof a world that cast us out.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1733745/ Your secrets bloomed on the page,and held me captive.I could not look away, could not stopdevouring youword by word, admission by admission.The syllables bled into one another,swinging me low in their comfort.I needed to know your mysteries. Not just a few,but all. I needed to possess you,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1733652/ I left the frosty New York skylineon crystalline mornings. I couldn't handle the clarity,didn't want it. I knew there was no place for me:enmeshed in structure, cold concrete,humid air - suffocating and cloying.So I leftin search of a placeas wile as my spirit.I needed the possibility of the ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1733649/ We trashed the place. Broken bottlesand tattered curtains.Down feathers trapped in my ratted hair.Who knew the s**t-hole could splurgeon real pillows, and not that depressing foam - bathed in last night's sorrows and this morning's regret?We trashed the place because we could.Because that'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1730332/ I have had time anddistanceto consider all of this. Separation has allowed me to becomecold andanalyticalabout this tear in the fabric. And I,bitter as I always was,wish sometimes that it would fall down.That need would come into the equation once more. But,I have acceptedthat I pluck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1727994/ I've been sick and sad for far too longover an uncertainty. Unfortunately I've not yetlearned how to tamp down the inexplicable urgeto second-guess and overanalyze, thoughit's not for lack of trying. And you are an enabler.Knowing every single button to push, and relishingin fingering them all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1726925/ Yes,I loved you with everythingI had.But,there came a point when Irealizedthat love would have been better spenton myself.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1726087/ OUr lives all come togetherin circles.Some, small as the spiral shellof a child's ear.Some, decades in diameter.Some, thin - imperceptible as a trip wire.Others, thick as the delineationbetween before andafter.Some have come to closure.Some, we don't come upon the start ofuntil we have one foot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1725666/ We are the Wanderers.Nomads of an urban wasteland,where the artificial reigns supreme.We can't travel on their highwaysand by-ways, for we are not of thisworld. We are searching for ourlush garden, fruit-of-plenty,our spiritual silence. And what we find ishard, rusted scrap metal.chintzy replic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1725637/ I stare into my lap when I'm in a crowded room.I create elaborate fantasies of loversand friendswho would never turn their backs on me. I whisper to these companions late at night when the rest of the world is sleeping.I tell them my secrets, secure in the fact thatthese figments of imagination will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1719195/ Do me a favor andstop doing me favors.Pity has never beenpart of my vocabulary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1714001/ Be nice...   Be kind...      be caring...But what happenedto being real?If I showed you the monsterbehind the mask,would you run?Or would you inviteyou monsterto the party? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1710954/ We give away portions of ourselves.Scatter our pieces amongeach person,place, and thingwe have loved. At the end of it allwe are left with thiskaleidoscopeof loss,wondering if our pieces arebeing cherished,or thrown to the winds -seeds for another's harvest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1710953/ I named himComparisonbecause he knew just the wayto steal allmy joy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1710947/ I've been training myselfto forget you,to excise every piece of youfrom my heartand mind. It promises to be ugly,but no transformation ever camewithout scars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1702572/ Yes, it hurts. Plain and simple. For one who madesuch a grand gesture of their love,you chose quite a wayto tuck tailand run.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1700301/ She's had this conversationso many times and inso many different waysthat the words are starting to get lostin each other,her meaning striated by all thesepent up emotionsshe's been teaching herself to contain.But what for?He should see this. Bear witness to this rawness hecreated in her.His special.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1699421/ She collects loverslike precious gems.Keeps them each in their ownvelvet-lined sectionof her heart.But she's been working ona method of combination to createthat one perfect love.The one she's waited for throughthis lifetime and the last. Perpetually, too much womanfor just one man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1699415/ Some people sayI chase heartbreak.But in my experience,a happy endingnever made for an interesting story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1699412/ "Tu me manques."You said it meant:"You are missing from me."But you're not.You're in the ever-same corner of my cold heart,pressing against the slope of my rib.You are a hard coal - rubbing brittle boneto bleached ash.You are not missing from me. You made sure to leave this piece of youwhere you kne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1697684/ He loved likean explosion;I'm still plucking shrapnelfrom my flesh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1697683/ If ever you tell me you love me,make sure you mean it;show it.Make me believe it. Don't lift me up just to leave medangling on your line. Because, I am beginning to believeI was meant for morethan that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1697681/ "Good sex is supposed to move your soul,"you said, voice peppered with longing. I rolled my eyes (like usual), anddisdain crept into my laughter. "It's all just humping when youget right down to it." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1696803/ Sometimes I sit, staring at the phone balanced precariouslyon my knee, while I pull the hand-rolled joint gettinghigher and higherjust so I don't fall any lower. "I miss you", "I love you",I can't push them past my lipswithout immediately shying away from them.Too vulnerable of a move.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1686064/ I traced the marble countertops with a silent finger, crept around the creaking floorboardsthat always used to giveyou away. I admired the floral arrangement,a spot of bright in the blackof the dining room. I remember a time when I'd envisionthe 12-person tableand the dinner parties it would host. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1685701/ She dropped a word, the equivalentof a breadcrumb, to see if he would follow. Wasn't disappointed when he tookthe bait. They loosened their lips with a little port, poured in delicatestemware. Then a little more.Before long, the room smelled of blackberries and tasted likeunhinge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1682492/ The holidays. The best times when you're together, the worst when you're apart. Holiday cheer tends to amplify life. Joy and sadness alike. When you're apart, you generally tend to be saddened by witnessing others' joy. Like a homeless man with his face pressed against a bakery window. 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If youwake her,I am afraid I maysmash her skull against the bars of the crib, and paint the walls with her brains,before I know what has come over me.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1678896/ I set a fire in my belly,where all my expectations have come to rest. Swallowed like stones,too large or too heavy to drag from the depths of me.I needed to know if the flame wouldburn my soul down around me, shatter my matchstick bones,climb the ladder of my spine and engulfme whole.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1678740/ So you're going to try to destroy me?Try to break me downbrick by crumbling brickuntil I am nothing but dust?Well,two can play at that game...but I can play it better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1678486/ Pills - blues, whites, yellows     paired with          a fifth of vodka (or whiskey),               slowly though.Bullet - .38 mm, enough to stop your  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1678484/ The great anticipator.The moment betweenwhat is and what could be,between certainty andthe unknown.The delicious promise of possibility. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1678482/ you murdered our love in the dead of the night. you watched ithemorrhaging in the street.blood congealed on a knife youforgot was still clutched in your fist.drag what's left of it away.dig it a shallow grave.ask her to scatter dirt over thisbeauty we had, that she helped to shuffle offthis mortal c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1678480/ I fell out of lovewith Godwhen She started taking things. 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The hushed wordsof silly love talk,through kiss-swollen lips. The sighs that should beimperceptible, but your bare chestagainst my back betrays you with every breath.You bury your face in my hair, clutching .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1677602/ There's a cluttered roomin the back of the housethat no one ever enters.We keep it closed-off,barricaded with memories too beautiful,and painful, to let roam free.It repels us all on its own now.Slips shards of glass under our fingernails when we press our handsagainst the door,burns our palms when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1674395/ I inspected you. It was a cataloging,like an animal in the wild. I noted the spark in your eye when my gaze found yours across the room.The way your hand felt mine reaching,and instinctively closed the gap. The kiss on the forehead. Deep,and pressing, almost as if it were a needto get.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1673817/ You were always such a charmer.You could never resist throwinga sly grin that would knock a man flat on his back. All eyes on you,strolling through the crowd,and you, knowing exactly what theyread in the sway of your hips,your haunchy strut. They're dogs, straining on the leashand you, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1673816/ I've opened my veins a thousandtimes, believing the answer was in my blood. The color it ran. My definitive answer, if only I could decipher it. Every young girl has to learnthe steel-tipped lesson ofwhich end of the color spectrumshe lies on.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1673815/ a short prose piece originally titled "True North" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1667838/ Make love to melike Beethoven made love tohis music.Lay down beside mejust to feel the echo of my soul vibrate between your ribs.Make love, not to my body,but to the rising allegro of my spirit.Get lost in the notes andblend with the symphony.Let me infect you with the rapid runof sharps and fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1667831/ We fled the light.It burned our corneas,and set our mouths on fire. We bred, woke, loved,and dreamed in the dark.Nocturnal creatures of this dim,numbing worldwe've created for ourselves.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1667827/ I fell apart. Brokeappendages and extremitieson the way down.Couldn't, not wouldn't,drag myself back up.Lifeless, my pieces littered the gutter with no way to gatherthemselves again.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1667820/ this is a short excerpt from a larger piece i'm currently writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1667483/ You drowned me in promises     of tomorrow, in the          weight of the                future,but left me with no life jacketor bouy. Didn't even toss out a bitof driftwood to keep me afloatas you left me behind,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lady_JRose/1667474/