gothic poetry – The Infinite Starr

September 9, 2026

The Cathedral of Two

There are two of us living beneath my skin. He arrived first to every war. She stayed behind to rememberwhat we were fighting for. He is iron beneath the tongue,the locked jaw,the hand that does not shakeeven when the rest of the world is burning. He learned strength without boundaries. So he became very goodat…

The Neon Watchtower

Somewhere in the night, under a flickering neon sign that hums like a dying prayer, the answer waits.It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t wave you in.It just glows—cold, patient, and already knowing you won’t listen. There are no friends on these streets.Only hands that reach out to take,eyes that scan for weakness,souls too cracked to hold…

Ode to the Dreamer

Deep in the forest, the shadows still sing. The branches hold whispers of lives left undone, yet you step inside with the ease of someone who has shed their chains. At the shore, yesterday’s troubles dissolve into laughter and echoes of family voices. We pretend, just for a moment, that there is no more work,…