I Wrote This Instead of Screaming

creative writing

  • Between Stations

    I drove past the county line,where the signal bled to static snow. In the night humming with haunted songs,I chased a voice I used to know. Each station faltered with echoes, half a hymn, half borrowed breath.I spun the dial for one clear word,to pull a signal from the death.I’m not lost, I’m just between

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  • The Right to Remain Cruel

    They wrap their hate in holy guise,call it mercy as innocence dies.Quote scripture like a butcher’s blade,and call the mutilation aid.They say it’s choice, they say it’s care,while breaking children mid-prayer.Freedom, they grin, with teeth too white,but freedom dies beneath their light.They call it speech, not damage, not sin.But if your words can cage a

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  • Shutdown Season

    The news keeps loading incessantly,even when I try to disconnect.Deadlines, protests, power plays—I hold them like shifting sandand wonder why my hands feel heavy.They say democracy is delicate,and so am I.My empathy’s overdrawn again,each headline a debt I can’t repay.I used to rage fiercely.Now I refresh quietly.Now I fold laundrywith the volume mutedand call that

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  • Almost Friends

    We were almost something – we were almost friends.

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  • Still I Wake Up

    I know the headlines by heart—doom in bold, blood in italics.The oceans are rising,the rights are receding,and the scroll is endless.They say it’s selfishto want a quiet lifewhile the world is burning.But I’m done performing grief,done screaming my lungs rawfor a system riggedbefore I could read.Tired of giving namesto every kind of broken.But still, I

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  • Only Free if You Agree

    They etched it deep in marble,polished the lie with pride.But freedom’s just a fairytalewhen truth gets crucified.They said the tongue is sovereign,but only if you kneel.They said speak your mind,then taught us how to sealour throats with fear,our mouths with thread—say it wrong,and end up dead.They call it liberty—while torching what we write.Call it harmless—as

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  • Poison in the Honey

    You leaned in close, I couldn’t breathe, golden words dripping over me. You dragged me closer, I couldn’t resist, I needed more with every hit. Your sugar burned, it made me blind, I lost control, I crossed the line. Every red flag faded to black,and I was never coming back. Sweetness pulled me under, sugar

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  • Hope is the Most Dangerous Thing I Have

    I have a talent for graves. I can make a peace with any silence. Trace the contours of what’s gonelike I was born knowing loss. I’ve watched the light bleed out. Felt it drain until there was nothing left. And still -the spark. Small. Obnoxious. Persistent. A parasite with perfect timing. It crawls back into

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