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Unspoken
Inside these four wallsI am who I want to beA page spilling inkA storm of syllablesAloneBut not lonelySurrounded by the voicesI write into being. Outside of hereMy words stay silentTrapped behind teethA story unreadA name without meaningSurroundedBut so lonelyA sentence cut shortDying between the lines.
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The Architect of Chaos
I am the architect of my own chaos. Yet, even as I build, I know the folly of my design. Each stone I lay – fear, doubt, or some half-forgotten pain – layered with mortar made of misplaced pride. These walls are not fortifications; they are prisons. And though I am both warden and inmate,…
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Will Orange Juice Cure My Depression?
Short answer… probably not likely. But placebos can have a powerful effect, right? So, if I am convincing enough and tell myself it over and over again, maybe it will. I wish that there was such a simple explanation to what has been going on with my body, but the reality is that the trauma…
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Canvas of Skin
Canvas of Skin marks the final short story of 2024, a poignant and introspective piece that delves deep into the complexities of self-identity and the human experience. As the year draws to a close, this story invites readers to reflect on the delicate layers that make up who we are—both the visible and the unseen.…
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The Lights in the Dark
Disclaimer: This story contains descriptions of emotional trauma, violence, and of domestic abuse. Reader discretion is advised. ___ Trauma is a strange thing. It doesn’t always leave visible scars, but it seeps into the spaces where the light doesn’t reach, twisting our memories and fears into something that never quite fades. In my short story…