Caitlin Charlton

Joined August 2024

147 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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Skin like Glue
Even though I look like you I won’t pretend that we’re like glue Same skin, same hair, same thing Steeped in crime Tell me where have you been
By Caitlin Charlton10 months ago in Poets
Fear of the Future
Hide my truth out of sight, Let the day wait before those common gorse Your face of trust without a ring I never said… I hated him
By Caitlin Charlton10 months ago in Poets
Dad, I’m done . Content Warning.
Dear Dad, I can barely breathe, knowing you don’t want to be my father. Before you ask, this wasn’t a supposition. I reached out to you and you gave me all but the love I wanted, the acceptance; a promise that you would never make the same mistakes again.
By Caitlin Charlton11 months ago in Journal
… Until the cry is deep
The safety of society, is defined in glee; Smile at your fellow man, Look them in their eyes real deep. If life is like a prison,
By Caitlin Charlton11 months ago in Poets
To dim a dying sun
The sky turned a brave blue. They were told that those white lines across the sky were jet exhaust. It was nothing but a line drawn by a child’s white crayola, a white lie, mistaken for sprayed particulate dispersion.
By Caitlin Charlton11 months ago in Futurism
11:11 When It Happened . Top Story - March 2025.
He was bald. But only on the top of his head, each straight strand lying below the bald spot— grey and black, pushed up by his hardened hair cells. His headphones were sitting on top, black in sturdy plastic. He moved it every few seconds as if part of a ritual, as if his ears have moved position.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
Printed in INK (Cinquain #2). Top Story - March 2025.
When the year is old and the day Is young, When the wake of spring, brings complacent men, And the stars come out when the darkness swung
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Poor In Love
Save me from the truth. - You said you wanted variety, but that’s not what hurt me. - Curb me, you left me looking ugly for the rest.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
The Good the Bad and the Absurd
The sun stood over the river —its light, glistening across the ripples. The orb stood away from the buildings, so their shadows crossed over and under, Linda’s feet as she jogged.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Humor
Dysfunction - Safer than Freedom . Content Warning.
2 Facade, Pretence, semblance; 4 6 Bluffing, posing, duping. A home that leaks, saves you from rain. Faces. *
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Under my umbrella Ella Ella…
I’ve got a story to tell Of the time when I fell In love with the thrill Seeking adventures with a friend Under my umbrella
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Coloured Feathers…
If your breath landed In the centre of my hearts Seam, Then mine is wrapped around your very soul. If birds sing to you
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets