http://slow.writerscafe.org/hatcherbee The original writings of author Nicole Leigh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206167 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ReligionLost in the sea, was a lonely me;Rapture, for sure, did not come.I ran just to wait and hid by the gate;While the cross went and put out the sun. GunsShiny blackforce my head backWas the reason that I went along.Spread clean aparton an old shopping cartI strain b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/334632/ I fantasize. Romanticize.My skin is rough like ironhide. Run her fingers through my hair.I can’t stop. I don’t care. Invisible, divisible; I’d seem to be.If only only wasn’t me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/320409/ be still and he wont hear yoube still and he wont see when you hide beneath the beddon’t tell him you’re with me be still and save your beautybe still and hide the keys when we’re running in the darkforget all that he sees be still and wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/218012/ My bloated heart is spilling on the floor.I hate you.It beats and pumps its lusciousness so fast.You slip.Its slowing now just watch the rubies fall.So pretty.What’s that dear? You hurt your head?You fell? No matter just drink it fast, don’t waste it.You fool.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/214308/ We love eachotheryes we do.But not like lovers always do. For deep in heartswhere souls cry.A burning flamewill never die. For friends we arefriends, that's true.Friends foreverme and you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212301/ I want to run screaming into the woods. Always have. It's like I was born with a terribly old and bitter soul that cant stand the sight of itself and prefers death and solitude. My counterpart has eluded me and it seems that my clock is about to stop ticking. For some things, time is c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212298/ Sleep deprivedAloneAnd ChidedOften as I ask for more. Run circlesRoundAnd sideways blindedHere I sit behind the door. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212113/ i ran with a stitchand they all laughed like catsas i ripped out my hair and clawed at my eyeswait for me pleasehe askedwhat a liewhile i fall to your kneesand please till you die bleeding such bleedingall through my hairrunning still runningnot that he caresinvisible .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212110/ the music is playingi lie on the groundchildren are runningtoward the merry-go-round pain turns bright whiteschool is in sessionblack is the colorof my dying obsession http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212107/ I had the strangest dream,when I fell asleep before.It seemed that there was something,just beyond the door. The window proved empty,yet from the corner of my eyeSomething large and black was grimly,flapping in the sky. Rake my brain over again,I feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212105/ Don't let me near her anymore.Liar liar filthy w***e.Useless lazy hate her guts.Lost and stupid in her rut.Round and round the bliss will go.Will it stay or will it blow.Portions were too big last year.Its time to get the far from near.Goodbye pain.Goodbye all.The fear is gon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212102/ I am profoundly bemused, tattered and bruised.Wait in the shadows while I rinse out my shoes.Help waits for no one, so steal it from me.I'd rather be swinging while I hang in that tree.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212100/ She was a disgusting distraction,that required too much action.Savor in your sloth my dear,for I no longer care to hear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hatcherbee/212098/