Milan Milic

Joined June 2024

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Hi, I’m Milan. I write about love, fear, money, and everything in between — wherever inspiration goes. My brain doesn’t stick to one genre.

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Matchsticks in a Flooded Room
In my chest, there’s a flooded room and someone, probably me, keeps trying to light matchsticks in it. The floor is ankle-deep in old conversations,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Stars Caught in the Power Lines
Stars get caught in the power lines by my house on nights the city forgets to be louder than my head. Tiny white snags on black cables,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Grocery List I Keep Rewriting
My life keeps ending up on a crumpled grocery list wedged in my back pocket. Milk, eggs, bread, spinach if I feel like someone
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Hoodie I Put On When I’m Not Okay
I have a hoodie I only wear on days when the air Feels too sharp for skin. It used to be navy, now it’s that tired, almost-black
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Mug That Knows My Cracks
I drink from the same chipped mug On the days I don’t know how to be a person. It’s the one with the hairline fracture
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Password I Still Haven’t Changed
I keep your name as a password still, a quiet glitch in my free will. Four numbers, two letters, the month that we met—
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Lost and Found of My Heart
There’s a lost and found inside my chest, a box behind the ribs, where all the almosts and not-quites go with half-chewed ticket stubs.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Draft Folder of My Life
My inbox has a small, dim country called Drafts— unmailed letters, half-born thoughts, whole lives I almost chose and didn’t.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Fire Escape for My Thoughts
I built a fire escape for my thoughts on the back of my mind like a wall, iron-rung ladder of midnight doubts where the loudest worries crawl.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Floor Between
I just used the elevator because my groceries were making noise and my knees were hurting. One watermelon, two bags, and the sixth floor gave me the appearance of having stolen a planet. Mailboxes with teeth, a corridor that smells like everyone's meal, and an elevator that acts like it was once a large hotel's favorite toy are just a few examples of how ancient the building is.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Fiction
The Spare Chair at My Table
There is a spare chair at my table that I set like an altar for the life that hasn’t arrived yet. I put a plate there sometimes,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Library of Things I Didn’t Say
My chest is a library for all the things I didn’t say. ◆ The big confessions sit on the highest shelves, hardcovers with dust jackets
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets

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Matchsticks in a Flooded Room

Stars Caught in the Power Lines

The Grocery List I Keep Rewriting

The Hoodie I Put On When I’m Not Okay

The Mug That Knows My Cracks

The Password I Still Haven’t Changed

The Lost and Found of My Heart

The Draft Folder of My Life

Fire Escape for My Thoughts

Floor Between

The Spare Chair at My Table

The Library of Things I Didn’t Say

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