Chaos with Cait

I locked the door and called it healing. I named the silence safe.

She sees him standing across the room shoulders broad, carrying more than just muscle. The world says men don’t break, but she see’s the...

They called it necessary. Life-saving, they said I was lucky. I was reminded of how I should be grateful for the chance to live. But the doctors didn’t tell me what else would die in the operating room. They failed to mention, how they’d take the illness and with it, my womb, my chance, my womanhood as I knew it. They didn’t warn me about the silence that follows this type of procedure. The kind of silence that settles in your bones when your body is no longer home, just aft

I am both doorway and distance, longing and retreat, a heartbeat unsure of its next step.

I have learned that love is not a rescue, only a meeting place for two whole hearts.

My bones feel borrowed, as if someone else signed the lease on my skin.

Once, long before I was born, a shadow entered our line. The shadow, did not knock, did not ask, It just curled itself in the womb like a...

I gave you everything. Not in grand gestures, not in fireworks or diamonds, but in the quiet ways. I gave you the marrow of my bones, the...

Isolation is not quiet, it is a constant ringing in your ear, a low vibration inside the skull, a constant ache that never leaves....

Mornings start in battle. Not against the sun, but the body I wake inside. It bargains with me in whispers and threats. Every movement...

My lonely heart hears, your heart’s call to mine.

You stood at the edge of your own undoing, counting every crack in the ground as if they were proof of your unworthiness. You replayed...

I do not know which wound was the first, only that they bred in me like weeds in untended soil. Your words, once a warm place to stand,...

You were meant to be my first home, my shelter, my mirror, the voice that taught me I was enough. But, instead you vanished even when you...

At first, it is only a shadow in the corner, you tell yourself it will leave, yet it nibbles at your mornings. Your coffee grows cold....

I failed, and then I failed again, but each time, my spine grew straighter.

At first, I waited for the catch, for the crack beneath your calm. I’ve known love with conditions spelled in silence, and bruises shaped...

Wonder came back softly, not loud like lightning, but like light through leaves. I looked up and for once I didn’t brace for the fall. I...

There is a silence that comes after losing, not the soft kind, but the kind that presses your chest into the floorboards, the kind that...

I stand at the edge of everything I've ever wanted, and hesitate.