http://slow.writerscafe.org/SpitfireGrrrl The original writings of author SpitfireGrrrl en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015203 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i have an avatar ofmy face - lips zipperedso that all the wordsbeating against my teethare corralled, to starveand diesix hundred digital strangerswearing gloves made of gossipand voyeurism - the tips of theirfingers ready to pound outperfectly affected ambiguityone breeds the other. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/2016349/ each step I take and feel that pullthe muscles of my thighs tighteningreleasing, pulsing, warm and tenderin remembrance of where theycradled you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1804076/ gaspingthose days that are coveredin ash and cloud and dustair that crawls down the throatlike broken glass scratchingtearingeyes bleeding pink tingedwater from the Id homescrambling to heal fromthe inside out, slowlybarelythen whipcord energycoursing through every veinscreaming and gnashing teethsh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1559161/ Battles fought and hard wonwith the blood and tearsof people who were lookingfor everythinga country founded for onegoal, one dream, one hopenot god, or gods, or wealthbut freedomnow, instead of patriotswe have small mindsdoing everything to breakand bastardize that wordbrain cells fighting so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1549187/ for every time you'd say"Baby, you're MY crazy girl"for every bad karaoke songevery late night talkingabout books, poetry, lovelust, hate and the stateof the world, in my headand out of it - and howthere were days when I just couldn't SEPARATE.gods i loved you, so muchbut did you know that?befo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1491560/ you whispered my namein the mikvah, in the templeyou whispered my namein the desert, in the mosqueyou whispered my nameon your knees, in the churchFather, Allah, AdonaiLord, El, Al-RahimSons and Daughtersof Abraham...all of those whisperscame to Me.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1491545/ blind white nobilitypride falsely defined  Armor crinkled likeTin foil creakingcellophane jointscome at me with your gunyour dull sword to my neckMake me bleed red white and bluebecause I’m not like you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1491539/ wake up, groggyrub mascara across mycheek - lip gloss everywheregritty taste of too muchliquor, too many smokespillow damp from sweatthirsty, but... damn it was a good night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1454480/ where do you put your masks?do you keep them in pocketsin a jacket big enough to envelope them and keep them close?i am struggling with minetoo many to counttoo many to keepi can only wear oneat a timeif i get that jacket, and i wear itall the time, everywherethe mask you need me to wearwill al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1303820/ i tingle and catch myselfsighingbreath leaving lipsmoistened justjust enoughso much saidin one tinyexhalation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1294179/ men and women, lined upsharp dressed, pressedcrisp camo, no smileseach one readyready to kill, ready to die.sent out like paperdollsfodder for the newsthe religious rightoh, and don't forget..scapegoats for youand mefollowing orders, immaculatelyin a sun-drenched dusty hellto come home to a peoplewh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1212265/ went to the woodpiledreaming of fire(naught but ashes,and a gathering chill)the ax was misshapenbent, dry(treated poorly but..still expected to perform)but I hefted it anywayfull swing, back and down(no graceful arc here,just an angry whoosh)dangerous that - I knowi missed, no surprise(every. time.).. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1156457/ i battle demons that peoplefear to talk aboutlike admitting that they exist is some sort ofweakness(what fools we breed.simple little people whothrive on nothing morethan being the definitionthat the world gave them)i am a warrior, reveling inthe sting of battling myownFearsi am imperfect, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1153060/ i came to you, slightly brokenused, and a little losti knew that i didn't need youbut what you had couldhelp restoreme.i needed to be touchedit didn't have to be youyou knew that, understooddidn't mind, and gavejust as much as I, as much as Itook.already i am stronger.with each touchstroke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1125424/ sometimes i just get so damnedangry.for no reason, or many reasonsevery reason, every seasoni want to shout to the worldHERE I AM!but i won't - never willinstead i sit, and i pourmy confessions of soulonto paper or pageonto screen, or skinlike that could be enoughto contain all that i amall that i w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1121249/ life is messyall the emotion, all the tripethe crap, and the guiltone man's story is another man's lieyet we keep goingplodding along, like good littlesheeppaying for sex, and loveno, you are - admit itwe've been trained fromthe beginningto know our worth, and exploit... all of i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1120111/ sometimes,walking with my headheld highis just sodamnhard.(god knows this head isheavy, so heavy)people see methey let their gazewander just a bitupand down(two seconds to weigh,to measure)I know what they see.a plump girlwalking tallchin upsteps firmshort, multi-hued hairglassesalways crookeda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1119964/ I've spent half my liferailing at one godor another.(sometimes, I think,just to hear myself)my tears have soakedthe roots of Yggdrasiland washed blood stainsaway from the Christmy sacrifices have fedErebus, Ghede, and Izanamitill they are sated, plumpand full from my grief.(my tables are barefrom th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1112952/ they all ask, how do you feel?discordant, cymbals crashingclashing with the sounds ofhorns, and wooden instrumentsthat bellow mournfullyNo really...I'm fine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1020634/ This is completely your doing, Serah :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1018918/ when i bathed in the lightof the love we had togetheri was beautifuli live in the shadows nowshadows hold their ownbeauty though, don't they?softly filtering, gently caressing.i am nascent, creating myselfagain, and again, and again...each time so differentfrom the last one, carvedharder, darker, wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1018586/ I hope you aren't disappointed in meI know I haven't been by much lately...I want to, oh how I want to.I just can't do it. I can't make myselfturn left, instead of right.I was so strong, when I was therehelping, watching, prayingat least that's how it seemed, right?Yet, the first chance I got to lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1018302/ dearest,i know sometimes you forgetand you wail and you rageyou pound your fists, andscream to the sky...you forget, that there issomeone you must lookfor, look after, consoleand comfortshe's small, and slightlyscared, from all yourfoolish ranting, ravingand ragingcalm down dearest,you'll frighten h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1015050/ when I die, lay me downblanket me in the earthshroud me in memoriesand please, keep the softest blooms abovewhen I die, lay me downbeneath a weeping angelwings out-stretchedto encompass the worldand please, keep thesoftest blooms abovewhen I die, lay me downno brass kettle full of ashno tear-fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1014257/ what would you give?to know peace, toknow calm, andjoywhat would you give?to never worry, tobreathe, and bestillwould you spillyour own heartsblood? to soakupon the soilwould you lanceyour own darknessallowing it todrain?are you willing tolet it go? to nodat those thoughtsthat malign as they pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1011789/ i cover myself ina Penance coloredshroudand walk thesestreets with myhead downeyes uneasysoul shufflingi cover myself ina Penance coloredshroudtripping, tearingthe cloth rendinglike a lepers veilgasping, weepingi cover myself ina Penance coloredshroudonly to realizei refuse to be a Martyrand enslave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1010943/ breathe in, breathe out..sight, Little Girlboth eyes opensqueeze the triggernever pullingnever blinkingbreathe in, breathe outsight down!Little Girl, you know!know what to dosqueeze the triggernever pulling never blinkingbreathe Inbreathe Outsight down, squeeze slowDaddy taught you,Little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1006986/ just thinking of gods http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1006210/ people wonder, ask all the timeas if what we did, belonged to themwhere is he?  what happened?because of course, i am at faulti don't tell them that you foundsomething new, and satisfyingi don't give them gory detailsand anger drenched gossipi don't tell them how it takesone, just one, sip from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1006160/ I cut the Ropeit was thick, knotted wellbut I sawed through itwith blood on my handsTears in my eyesI cut the Ropethe cord, the tiethat silken bondthat once held myHeartto yourHeartit was surprisingly…Difficult.the pain wasn’t immediateYou see -the rope Bledgossamer drops thatwhen I Tas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/1004744/ we are Happy nowbeing Young, adventurousloving each other,the World.we are happy Nowknowing, believingit will always Beperfection - between Uswhen I am oldand You are oldand we are stoopedsoft, and wrinkledwe will be Happy thensharing an afghana hug, a smileStories it took a Lifetime to gatherw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/989038/ writing prompt was "hair" - a silly little one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/985713/ writing prompt was "steadfast" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/985711/ writing prompt was "faith" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/969161/ things are so much clearerwith the road beneath my tiresdriving in the darkwipers swishing and keeping timeticktockI want more than anything to...justkeepgoingthen I remember... all the thingsthat keep me hereand I wonder, can I leave it all?I might.. might be able towhat is there here?grasping hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/790743/ I screamed for youbut my wordsfelllike a whisperon deaf ears.I cried for youbut my tearsfelllike raindropsin an ocean.each one forgottenpushed to the sidebecause there wasSo. Much.you had to do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/786155/ I feast on the essence of Fantasy.the Dreams you so callously feed meSpoon fed lies, dripping, drippingSweet Nectar down my chinI consume HopeBeliefLonging..And yet I am starving. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/786152/ I can’t be  sorry that we Were...Only sorry  that we Aren’t.... anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/786145/ I was told oncethat I was a little difficult.worldly, outspoken,passionate, stubborn..these things thatshould be complimentary - beneficial..now hold me back.I guess I should be glad,thankful, that suchlittle things canso cleanly weedthe ones who areunworthy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/786139/ There's so much emotion involved..It's there - even though you can't see it.she's hurt - oh gods, the pain is indescribableIt's like walking around with this impenetrable skin, stone hard, stoicbut underneath there is Legionand they are rending me apart.A silent battle, made evident onlyby litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/785371/ it's swelteringwe're hot, the air is humidleaves heavy with moisturelips heavy with promise, yeahhips swaying, seductivelyto the primal beat inside(ba-dom ba-dom)side to side and back again, mechest heaving, shoulders shakingrum on the tongue, cleansing-fire burning high and brighttobacco scent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/784647/ I've spent days wrapping myself in shards of glassmaking sure each piece was cut, sharp, crueljust to know that I was feeling everything.Numbness was starting to creep up, you see, mounting the sagging broken steps of my Self.I have become a Master at breaking thingstaking Memories and crushing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/781820/ Just a little silly to help get me back in the flow :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/737967/ there is a tempest beneath my skinI've tried everything, every meansto blow it to another shoreeach attempt seems to make itStronger.this fragile human casingisn't enough I thinkto keep it in.I fear to let it loose.all things need water to live-but such a torrent can onlyreap d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/737958/ I want to hold youlike I did when you were littleI want to smooththat little creasethe one between your eyesuntil the confusiongoes away I want to be your herolike I was back thenyou know, whenBig Sisters were cooland you were sweetand lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/696941/ I feel oldwatching womenstumble in girl clothesseeing boystrip in Man-suits.I am angry -my disappointmentis a palpable thing.my generation?No.  I want none of you.your tired anticsyour cries of Me, Me, MEyour ceaseless wailingyour endless prattlecircle speak, catch phrasesno meaning, no depthpu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/685744/ Don't cry Little BoyDon't weep Man-childThink of me as your judgeand this is your Trial. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/685738/ I read a book onceit was alright.I mean - the storyhad all the partsbeginningmiddleend.In The Beginning...there was darknessand then, well, I got a little lostall the begats,and all the guilt,the revenge, the lust.near the middlethere was this manhe seemed so..Perfect.Of course, they killed himand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/684682/ Inspired by Spoken Word's "Beautiful Woman" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/683071/ Sshhh.I know. I know you are Battered, your soul is bruised. I know. It doesn’t matter. Every mark, every Scar, is important. You should not be Perfection. You are beautifullyImperfect. All your old wounds tell me a silent tale. A tale, I love to taste, to hear, to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpitfireGrrrl/682901/