Caitlin Charlton
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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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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 Charlton4 months ago in Fiction
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 Charlton4 months ago in Poets
To Be Your Family
And if I may be thin like paper leaves That place awaits me in the tree sleeves -🌳🍁🍂 Though birds go high so I will start to fly I won’t be low in mind under the sky --🌳🍁🍂 Say you love me like the birds of the tree Though you say blood is all you see --🌳🍁🍂 My arms are wide open to you so be For I will wait to be your family
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
Bred By a Hand Not Raised. Top Story - November 2025.
I was born with a low IQ, I am a page whose text was worn through. My mind's a palimpsest, a fading script, the vital history that was skipped. I grew up hardened by sorrow's pain, bred and burdened by a hand not raised.
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
