A sweetie pie with fire in her eyes
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Dearest Moon, You who wear silver wisdom upon your skin, You who pull the tides and cradle the secrets of women I write to you with reverence,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
On a wet April evening when the city had dimmed itself to a bruise, Lina stepped into a mirror and met the life she hadn’t chosen.
By Cadma4 months ago in Fiction
We don’t live in the same America. There’s the one they built on paper, and the one we built out of survival. Theirs has inheritance,
At Bitten Apple TV, our premise has always been simple: give people a bite of the apple! A chance to explore something meaningful, creative, and honest. Life has been a whirlwind lately, and while I’ve had to step back and handle personal matters, my incredible business partner, The Written Writ (Ralf), has gracefully taken the reins and continued to carry the heart of our company forward.
By Cadma4 months ago in Humans
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
Whispers in the walls no one else hears them but me. They call me by name.
Smiles mask hollow eyes familiar hands hold the knife. I slept through the plan.
Books burn in silence Echoes march on empty streets. Eyes look, then look down.
I love my children enough to never have them I look at the actions and words that hide in the dark The things people do to each other including kids themselves
I tried to whisper the warning… Child-sized hands tugging at grown sleeves, my voice a lantern with too little oil. “She is not who she seems,”
