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Hann
There was a house where the silence screamed, where footsteps were warnings and breath meant war, she learned the language of the floorboards, how each groan spelled danger, how shadows could hold their breath and become a man.
A basement where time forgot to move, where light curled back on itself and everything smelled like rot and rust, and the end of innocence.
Each day the sun rose somewhere else, not here, here, he waited - with a voice that smiled and hands that lied, he dragged her down like some dark ritual, her legs small, her resistance smaller.
The air was thick with mildew and menace, and every creak of the stairs was a countdown.
She knew the sound of his zipper better than she knew her own voice, it came before the hand, before the hush, before her name was twisted into a thing she didn't recognize - "so cute", he whispered, his sour breath staining her cheek, his palm sealing her scream like a grave before the burial.
Her body a locked cabinet he broke open anyway, her mouth pressed shut by his hand, so tight she thought she'd disappear beneath it, her name became a curse only he could say.
Seven years is a long time to be dead but still breathing, a long time to collect bruises you can't point to, to count the days by how deeply you dissociate, to lie in bed, waiting for the footsteps, learning to pray in silence, learning that God had turned his face away.
And the walls - they were good at keeping secrets, the cement heard everything but never wept - not like her.
Her bones still ache with memory, each rib a frozen branch, cracking beneath the weight of winter, her heart shattered on repeat - like glassware dropped in slow motion that no one bothers to clean up.
"Don't cry, you'll wake up the house", but the house was already awake, it learned to listen like she did - without flinching.
The nightmares bloom nightly, sheets soaked with fear, her breath a stuttered, shattered siren, she wakes choking on the echoes of a voice she was never allowed to use.
Pain is a language, and she became fluent, she learned to smile with empty eyes, to eat silence for dinner and fear for dessert, she learned to scrub herself raw, but she still feel him clinging in places water couldn't reach, fingerprints etched into her skin.
She was a child, but not really - not after that, her toys became tombstones, her bed, a battlefield, sleep was a place she couldn't get to without barbed wire dreams.
She wakes now, still - drenched in panic, sheets soaked through like she'd been drowning all night, and maybe she was, maybe she always am.
Because healing doesn't come like spring, it comes like winter forgetting to leave, some mornings, her bones scream before she move, memories frozen, crying herself to sleep on repeat.
She carry ghosts inside her skin, they press through when the world is too loud, too close, she flinches at kindness, she distrust calm.
But even now, in this thicket of remembering, a part of her whispers, "you lived", and she did, not gently, not untouched, not completely.
She lived when no one heard her, she lived when love meant chains, she lived through every slammed door, every silenced scream, every time she thought death would be easier.
She lived, and she's still here, crumpled, yes, but breathing, bent, not broken, she is the aftermath that keeps growing - a wild, ruined garden refusing to die.
 Jun 24
Cadmus
☔️

The depressed one is not sick,
nor broken,
nor lost to some disorder.

He simply saw the world,
its truths laid bare,
its people unmasked,
and found no beauty
in the ruin beneath.

It wasn’t madness that took him,
but clarity.

And the weight
of so much ugliness
he could not unsee.

☔️
Sometimes, what breaks a person is not confusion, but understanding.
 Jun 20
Kalliope
I cradle hurricanes in my ribcage
while words swirl around my head.
I try to catch the good ones-
but mostly, I wish I was dead.

I do everything too much-
the joy, the sorrow, the dread.
Yet somehow, I’m never enough-
what a curious truth to be force fed.

If I laugh, it’s always too loud;
my mouth too sharp to make anyone proud.
Crying is a dangerous game,
I could sob away a city, drown in the blame.

My rage leaves no survivors,
as if I line people up on personal pyres.
When I vent, they hear preaching-
a sermon no one wants, a fear of my leeching.

I don’t love, I dissect-
obsessively search for the trap I expect.
I can’t just leave; I burn it all down-
the bubbly, funny girl wears a permanent frown.

I do too much and my inner child feels seen,
She's acting out, we aren't this mean
I just get scared when the vibe is off, and ruining the mood makes the blow more soft.

Despite the chaos I still crave love, an equal partner, wearing fireproof gloves.
If I weather your storms, could you handle mine?
Storm chasers have never been easy to find.
 Apr 27
Madelyn
The cold has a memory —
it lingers in the corners of empty rooms,
settles into the spaces you once filled.

No matter how many layers I wear,
it finds a way to my skin,
a whisper of what used to be warmth.

The windows rattle,
the floor sighs under footsteps that aren’t yours,
and I tell myself it’s just the season.

But the truth is,
it’s not the winter that chills me —
it’s the memory of you.
Some absences aren’t loud — they settle quietly into everything. This piece is for the ones we still feel even in their silence.
 Apr 1
Chetan
WH2
Lost Wings, Lost Waves

In my harsh air, she was my flight,
A whisper of wings in the fading light.
Through raging waves, she was my boat,
A quiet strength to keep me afloat.

Yet foolish hands let go too soon,
Like chasing echoes of the moon.
Now winds still howl, and waters rise,
But she's a shadow in my skies.
 Mar 19
Kalliope
Two tattoos, 10 years, many moons
No one could have told me I'd spend my life without you
You saw it all, my rise and my fall
Every girl that I was,
And the woman that I am
Saved a special place next to me
Where always you could stand
You held me when I cried
Cleaned my room when I couldn't move
Came to me from hours away
When I faced my darkest doom
Without you, I'd never be me
So I'll always love you from here
Even if you never see
You blocked me in the middle of the night,
No argument, no fight
I can understand how you outgrew me
But the weight of losing a decade long friendship is so, so heavy
 Mar 17
Syafie R
On my born day, lost,
A crow's cry fills the cold air—
"God, why must I try?"
 Feb 10
Nikki
I said I’d move on, let it be,
But your absence still lingers in me.
Laughter we shared, now just a ghost,
A friendship lost, the pain the most.

I wonder if you ever feel the same,
Or if I’m just a forgotten name.
I smile, I laugh, I play my part,
But deep inside, it still breaks my heart.
 Jan 20
Syafie R
I know the way, 

but my body has forgotten

what it feels like to move.

Each breath is a weight I can’t lift,

each step a promise I can’t keep.
I’m losing myself in a room

where the lights are on,

but no one’s looking.

I’m here and not here,

a name no one calls,

a shadow no one sees.
What’s left when you’ve gone

but no one notices?

What’s left when the silence

is all you’ve become?
 Jan 20
Sam
Being a people pleaser is a part of me
You ask if I can meet you
I’ll promise you yes.
My schedule that will not allow it
I’ll change it so it can
My schedule will be deconstructed and reconstructed to form for yours.

You don't seem to like my laugh
I can laugh differently
To your liking.
Molding and creating a new me for you
My personality being formed around you.
An obsession,
An unhealthy obsession to make a personality formed for you.

The lesson here is to say what you hate
Because I'll change for you always
I'll lose who I am,
But as long as you're happy
I’m a people pleaser.
 Jan 18
Syafie R
The Beast broke free, love set him whole,
While I remain, a Phantom soul.
His curse was lifted, his heart now sings,
But my humanity only stings.

No mask of fur, no monstrous guise,
Just human hands and hollow cries.
A heart that yearns, a fate unkind—
A curse of flesh, a shattered mind.

The Beast found joy, his pain released,
But I, unmasked, am still the beast.
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