Chaos with Cait

A mouth that never closed, swallowing joy until it soured.

Her eyes bled green, turning every garden into ashes.

Hunger draped in silk, devouring without tasting.

Gold in his fists, but the hollowness still howls.

We call it progress. We call it freedom. We call it survival. But strip back the layers, and what festers beneath are the old sicknesses,...

Outcast is only another word for free, a cage with no walls, and no ceilings.

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

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,...

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

Every headline tastes of ash, and every street corner reeks of rage. I watch people swallow hate like bread, and call it survival.

Breathe. The stars have already conspired for your becoming.

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

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...

It doesn’t take you all at once, It nibbles. A half night’s sleep here, a fragment of appetite there, a rib of laughter you can’t quite...

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.

I wear curiosity like a crown, glittering with questions, that no one can answer for me.

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

It began quietly, not with parades, not with speeches, but with the simple sound of doors opening. Neighbors met in the street, their...

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....