K. S. Wren

Joined November 2025

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I am present here, in this moment. These stories are mine, these stories are real, these stories and emotions have shaped the Human I am today. I hope they can help you find your own shape, without suffering, the suffering is done.

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Quiver Of Bandages. Content Warning.
The quiver full of bandages— Blood-tinged flight feathers from years of bandaging. Bandaging with arrows, Healing with death, with killing.
By K. S. Wrenabout a month ago in Poets
Rings are Years, Cracks are Trauma
⸻ 🌳 Rings Are Years, Cracks Are Trauma Triumph beyond the actions, blended away. Digging painfully amidst the ruins, seeking what once was.
By K. S. Wrenabout a month ago in Poets
Joy Of Pain
Pain is a guiding light in the dark— a way home for the grief-stricken and burdened. It is a comfort known only by the living.
By K. S. Wren2 months ago in Poets
Frosted Breath
Space flows freely, following the curvature of a frosty breath— shaping and molding, forever changing. Invisible particles
By K. S. Wren2 months ago in Poets
You Are Not, I am
You are not my son. I am not your mother. And yet the question Am I? echoes in the chambers of my chest. The answer — I Am —
By K. S. Wren2 months ago in Poets

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Quiver Of Bandages. Content Warning.

Rings are Years, Cracks are Trauma

Joy Of Pain

Frosted Breath

You Are Not, I am

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