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. 🖋️🔥đź‘
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It was an accident
I swallowed the tasteless heat in my tea, and felt my body warm as the lights went out. Pulling my shirt away from my body, I slap the back of my hand against the fabric, beating against its resistance, so the cool air spreads along my chest and the sweat freezes, still. I drank the last few swigs of tea as it cooled, and kept myself awake.
By Caitlin Charlton8 months ago in Fiction
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 Charlton9 months ago in Journal
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 Charlton11 months ago in Fiction
