Chaos with Cait

The world unbuttons itself at night. Mountains fold into feathers, oceans climb the air like vines, and cities soften into rivers of...

The world calls it delusion and yet, I like to call it devotion; to the impossible, to the maybe, to the yet to be.

Uncertainty seduces me, its mouth tastes like lightning.

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....

The world calls me fragile, but my wings are knives of light; delicate, yes, yet capable of cutting through darkness.

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

I move through morning like a feather caught in a breeze, untethered, drifting, and drawn forward by something I do not need to name. The...

Once, I begged to be chosen. Now, I choose myself; daily.

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...

Dreams rotted in the corners, while silence ate the clock.

He burned the world to prove his fire was real.

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,...