http://slow.writerscafe.org/starspitter48 The original writings of author Gabi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996122 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Helvetica; color: #0a0a0a; -webkit-text-stroke: #0a0a0a; min-height: 19.0px}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Helvetica; color: #0a0a0a; -webkit-text-stroke: #0a0a0a}span.s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1974849/ Through the crack of the windowthe street lights shine in.I am lulled to sleep by the low hum of distant motors running across the pavement into my mind. Wheels spinning behind my eyelids, I speed through red light after red lightonly vaguely fearful of the thoughtsthat ride.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1970962/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 17.0px Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}My name is love,and I dream of wolves with midnight fur and starlit gazes. I wait in dark for the moon to die at daybreak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1962456/ I crave someone who will dominate my thoughts, drag me to the edge of reality, and throw me face down into a savage love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1961668/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 17.0px Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}Emotionally charged,I am the commander of an army of doubts. I fight with every inch of my twisted up bodybut not even I am on m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1953312/ Here I am,writing letters to a ghost from my past hiding memories underneath my bed. I slip the letters below meand my heart presses itself to my throat it's small beats lull slower still as I rest atop the past which once slept in my head.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1948800/ A pale sheep named moralitybegs you not to snap it’s neck.Down on your luck you’ve gone and sold your soul to a cheatbut you are no victimand your beast is only one tooth shy of a monster’s bite. So why not lie with the wolf? He swears he’ll make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1944447/ You undressed me just so you could rip poems from my skin.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1944444/ I long for the day that you taste of sugar and not another’s kiss.If I could, I’d dip my tongue into ink and scribble my name across your skin, but that’s just a fantasyand reality has never measured up to my dreams anyway.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1944436/ This is goodbye, said the sky,as it wept in silence.Fat droplets slid down the cheeks of a mournful summer nightas dawn pressed a palm to it’s skinand the moon slipped away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1941139/ What terrifies me the most is the way that you carry shame. It wraps itself about your neck, it’s legs wound around your hips as it whispers abuse a mere hair's breadth away from your lips.It clings to you tightly with it's weight bearing down .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1940799/ I long to wrap the night around me  and hide under a blanket of stars,but there are no stars in the sky tonightand I must comfort myself.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1938323/ What would you do, if I were more like you? If the edge in my voice cut into your bellyand sliced you up until you were a pile of grief? Would you fold into yourself and apologize, like I do? Would you let my words denigrate your mind?Would they echo in your every move like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1936721/ I too grow tender, dreamer, but you are mistaken if you believe that I am putty in your hands.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1936326/ He was a man with intelligent eyesand violent hands.An archetypal wolf, wandering through the woods of my memory. I found tranquility in his wild though touching him felt a bit like catching sand as it poured out of an hour glass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1934875/ Music blaring the beast pours himself another drinkhoping the alcohol will lay him down and lick his wounds clean.He is  post-traumaticeven hyper-tragic or so it seems. His feelings change like the weather...One minute he barrels through you like a categ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1934338/ The thing is,the world moves on.Even after the longest night, the street lamps flicker off one by one  as the dawn whispers hello.The light of morning is revealingand day by day the sun’s alchemy turns the past to ash. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1934013/ 4 pm on a Tuesday and it’s raining again.You tiptoe into my thoughts like always. I think that if I were rainI would wash away your doubts,but instead we are waist deep in murky waterswith clouds behind our eyes.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1933811/ Your strength of character is defined and not marred by the scars seared into your skin.You see,life has branded you as a survivor. View each cut as a teacheras a reminder of your ability to heal.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1930086/ The wolf has a story impenetrable as his mind may seemshould you untangle his trappingshe is wildly vulnerable. The wolf has a storythough should you hear ityou too may throw your head backand cry to the moon.The wolf has a story his nature is no accident.Tell me, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1929884/ Knowing only recently  what it means to long for something so far out of reachI imagine him to be art.In my mind’s eye, his image is unwaveringly beautiful.The planes of his face are shaded in the moonlight of my memoryhis features casting starlight strokes upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1929046/ It is a mistake to view kindness as weakness or gentleness as uselessness. Some of the softest people I know, act as the sinew which binds muscle to bone.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1929044/ The ghost of your heartbreak has formed a fist within your chestfrom time to time it’s words slither up your throat laying tender kisses upon raw woundsit leans up to press against your lips but you have tasted deadlier poisons and you have cauterized deeper cut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1928198/ Vulnerability is a virtue it takes courage to strip away your defenses and let others touch you in the places where you hurt the most.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1928196/ He is the darkest of dreams the shadow of his gazespreads over even the quietest corners of my mind.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1928195/ This is the aftermathI’m plagued by a desire to devour your pain and stomach it as my own.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1928193/ Peter Pan could not stand that he had become a manhe could not hold onto a happy thoughthe forgot how to flythe lost boys had left him behind.Now, ruled by fearhe lashed out again and again untilthe stitches Wendy had sewn into his heels came undoneand even his own shadow left his side.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1928192/ I held my tongue, but my desires painted themselves across my facea mere stroke away from calamity.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1886026/ As little girls we are told to be sweet with a gentle touch.Our fairytales warn us of monsters,but never tell us that we can be fearsome as sin. I suppose it's too horrifying to thinkthat little red riding hood knew exactly what she was doingwhen she invited the wolf in.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1884331/ She buried him with the bones of her unrest,in the deepest grave in her heart.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1861142/ A contrast of colors light the way to your mouth.A flicker in my chest beckons me to you even though I am but a tomb.I cannot help but shield my eyes as you get closer.The rays of sunshine that splay over youonly serve to illuminate the decay that rests in my heart.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1836453/ Before the words had even left your lips, I felt the cobwebs begin to fill my chest.Perhaps it was my fault  for having wondered when they would return. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1827345/ She took the hurtsthe painthe ugly words and his namethen tucked herself in with it.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1826240/ A rain of roses slid me into a free fallI landed spine first in a worldwhere monsters don't existbut neither do I.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1815237/ You bring out the monster in me,and now she's running freestarving forjust a bitea lick along your neck a toothy kiss to your chestclawing at your fleshfor a taste of your beating heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1809943/ She wasn't sure what woke her that night, and no matter how many times she played it back in her head the answer would never come. She just knew that no matter what, it would always be in the back of her mind. Waiting.  It was mid summer and the heat was oppressive. Sweat dripped down Gaia's b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1808424/ I'm parched, but only in my dreams can I really drink you in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1807293/ Has anyone ever told you that you have soulful eyes?Sometimes I watch you, hanging down from your tree branch...You may offer a paw from time to time,only to take a swipe at my heart.So, I'll stay at the base of this shady tree. Oh but soulful eyes,have I really never touched your mind? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1807292/ She had a chest full of thorns, the soft words of reassurance seemed distantlike a hollow echo in her ears'forgive me,' she thoughtwilting.    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1805390/ I'm just a ghostsaturated in your shadow, just aching to slide my lips across your neck.Waiting, wanting I wonder, 'Why can't I just drown you away?' this body is my cageeach rib a bar on my cell each tooth a nip closer to your skinI'm just a ghost, not even your ghost .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1800043/ Last night I dreamt I swallowed a star,and spit of sea of wishes through time and space.I watched them go, floating,until the sky rippled and devoured me whole.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1800040/ Don't feed the wolf.He will be patient as he lures you into his lap with heaven in his eyeshe thinks he's holy, dripping with gold, doused in honey but he's just washing away the remnants of his last sheep.  He'll hold you close to his heart, paws gentle,but don't you feed the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starspitter48/1800038/