Caitlin Charlton

Joined August 2024

139 stories

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Noir Writer & Close Reader. Spotting the elements of Eloquence.

Survivor. Reclaiming my own territory.

Let us read each other and leave the page free. 🖋️🔥👠

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Beef of Comfort
In your sepulchral mind, I was never laid repose Next to All the things you thought were alive. - Nightshade and rose.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
The Match . Winner in Small Heat Challenge.
Scritch of a small match; Sulfur bites into the cold, Frozen fingers thrum.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
Kindred Soul
I look with cold eyes: Kindred souls offer a smile, Heart begins to glow.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
Scarf
Hugs shared at Christmas, Warmth from your scarf to my own… Steeping in the night.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
The Only Vice . Content Warning.
"The coat you’re wearing… Did you find anything last night?" "I keep my belongings within the sanctity of my purse, thank you."
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Fiction
The Brown Meridian . Content Warning.
Cloy, listen to me. My throat feels parched from the history you and I shared. I can't call this our home anymore; you can’t either. But believe this: my departure was an act of abnegation; I didn’t abandon you. I have escaped, and now the burden of this entity falls on you.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Fiction
Untitled . Top Story - December 2025.
I pat my brows with a handkerchief I fancy, and I think about the plight we are in today; it makes me squirm. In all my words you seek to find a formula, but your ledgers are filled with trending tabs (ephemeral tallies). You make me feel like I should be held in a box. It is impossible for someone to grow or be better than they were yesterday; simply by choice, they wish to step back and publish a little slower, less frequently.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Writers
The absence of fire
For a moment I thought I saw myself In her dark glance, I saw myself— But it was words alone that fell. I thought I could hear me cry
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
Knew not confinement (Vignette ). Content Warning.
The word you might use to describe me would be: lesbian, a charting author, or something in between. I was drawn by the way she was moving on her feet, yet I knew that alone did not set her apart. She pushed quick shifts like a half breath that never became steps. Her shoulders were perched high, covering her neck with a kind of guarded confidence. The candy coloured crystals held in the jewelleries, blinked a glint in the light; They finished the question her lips wouldn't speak.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Fiction
Wood and Rope . Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
The day I lost myself was on a flight. I did not bring you gold and so no hope. Was that why you kept yourself from the light?
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Poets
Done to the Bone. Runner-Up in The Last Flame Challenge.
An idea, rough as bark, rests in wood — mind, dormant, unsounded. You shave away a feather stick To build a spark Through the curling tinder.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Poets
Imposter in a gingerbread house . Top Story - November 2025.
I'm a little more than just trapped inside this gingerbread house, made of flour, butter, molasses, and aromatic spices. While I could eat my way through and out, I remain. Sitting on gumdrops, showering myself with M&Ms, whipped by licorice ropes. I am an imposter. I belong on the naughty list.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Poets