Month: August 2025
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[soft]
i want to be soft again. not naive.not blind.just…soft. the kind of soft that stares at the twilight skylike it’s a love letteraddressed to no one and everyone all at once.the kind that exhales,and feels the stars exhale back. i want to believe in magicwithout needing proof.not because someone told me it was real—but because…
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[bear trap]
they called it gossip.called it drama.said i was tearing him downby telling the truthout loud. as if silencewas the holier wound. they didn’t seethe wild animalcaught in rusted steel—the blood,the flinch,the instinct to bitebefore being hurt again. the trap?he set it.baited it with love.with God.with promiseshe never meant to keep.with a voicethat knew how to…
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[to be seen]
i wish she had seenthere was a personon the other side of the screen—someone who read every wordand felt itlike it was meant to bruise. i knew she hated melong before she said it.the silence told me first.the look in her eyeswhen we passed in the hallwaytold me again.and the messages—they just confirmedwhat my body…
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[justice in her bones]
i was soft once.sacred, even.they never talk about that.only the partwhere i turned to stone. no one askswhat it does to a bodyto be touched without asking—then cursedfor being touched at all. they said it was punishment.but it felt like aftermath.like the gods didn’t knowwhat else to do with me,so they made me dangerousand called…
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[fine line]
i’m in betweenthe fine line of remembering and forgetting you -Amelia James
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