Chaos with Cait

Hunger draped in silk, devouring without tasting.

She built a throne of mirrors, and bowed only to herself.

Gold in his fists, but the hollowness still howls.

Some days the light is not in the sky, it’s in the way someone says your name like it matters.

They called me strange, like it was a wound to hide, like my angles should be sanded into something smooth, something safe, something...

I wear my strangeness like armor, your conformity could never touch me.

The road will follow the one who dares to lead it.

I see you, the part of you that doesn’t want to be seen, it’s the part I crave most.

She stopped asking where to go, and started becoming the destination.

My soul was never meant to kneel at the altars of greed, where gold outweighs the weight of flesh, and mercy is bartered like scraps....

No words, just the gravity of leaning in. Your mouth, meets mine like it has been years in the making. And suddenly, all of the battles,...

Every boundary I build sounds like a hymn.

In my breath, wildflowers bloom. In my silence, storms are born.

Even silence carries seeds, and hope still grows in places we never water.

I bent. I broke. I bled quiet. Called it kindness. Called it love. Called it mine. But, no is a door. A shield. A spine. No is not cruel,...

Your ribs are a cathedral where galaxies sing.

My mind keeps a courtroom. Evidence stacked high, each mistake marked with neat handwriting and cold ink. My heart is no lawyer, it...

Hope, is a hand reaching toward the light, without proof that it will find the sun.

The cracks in me used to feel like weakness, now they’re stained glass, and the light dances through.

Joy has no edge, It moves through me like wind through a window; soft, certain, and everywhere at once.