Bailey

Joined December 2020

11 stories

Bio

Just processing things.

Stories (11)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

Close To You
It was said low, as if the words belonged to us alone, and my name felt different when it left the mouth that spoke it. The air leaned in. So did I—not with my body, but somewhere quieter.
By Baileyabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Let’s Call This My Sweet Revenge . Content Warning.
The sky splits open like it remembers. Lightning snaps to attention across the plains, sharp as an order no one questioned. There’s a storm in me tonight— one trained to wait, one taught endurance by slammed doors and swallowed screams.
By Bailey14 days ago in Poets
The Space Where Hope Used to Be
I don't stand at the edge anymore. I step back. Distance has become an instinct, a habit that keeps me breathing. Wanting something more feels dangerous- like striking a match inside my chest and pretending I won't feel the burn. Every maybe sounds like a warning.
By Bailey16 days ago in Poets
Built for Desire, Unfit for Reality
They imagine me in fragments- a mouth without a voice, eyes emptied of history, a body pared down to surfaces. They linger longest on what shines and glows that can be stripped of weight. They focus on what can be smoothed until it no longer resists and names it lovely.
By Bailey17 days ago in Poets
Ken and Barbie. Content Warning.
This is a different story, one not told before because the old ones sounded too clean. They named them Ken and Barbie to keep the edges smooth. Names are good at that.
By Bailey18 days ago in Poets
The Monster You Became. Content Warning.
I learned a hundred small spells just to open the air between us- harmless words, light enough not to summon anything dangerous.
By Bailey18 days ago in Poets
At Arms Length
I step back when the air shifts. Not suddenly-just enough to keep the quiet from becoming heavy. I notice the moment it starts, the ease and the way my body softens into it. How being seen stops feeling so accidental. Closeness is not a threat and I am not in danger but that is when I can no longer stay. I am on fire and set ablaze.
By Bailey19 days ago in Poets
Left with the Ashes
In the way people learn to ride a bike or write their name, I learned sacrifice. Not all at once and not bravely but from a series of careful repetition until it felt like a skill.
By Bailey19 days ago in Poets
The Wanderer
I am the Wanderer. I move from place to place, from heart to heart though mine belongs to nowhere and to no one. I am not searching from eternal restlessness but from blind faith I will find what I am looking for.
By Bailey29 days ago in Poets
My Christmas Wish
I kept a place for you at the edge of my thoughts, where wishes glow but do not speak. Every night I almost reach you and then wake with my hands still empty. If he above listens at all, let it be the night that carries my love to whether you are, and remind us both you are on your way.
By Bailey29 days ago in Poets
In fire or Ice
Some say the world will end in fire, others warn of ice. To bear witness of the eternal damaging flame, I have seen what fire does.
By Bailey29 days ago in Poets