The Infinite Starr

gothic writing

  • The Cage

    They say the bird stopped singing.What they do not say is why it was ever quiet. Look closer.The loudest judgments never come from the sky. The birds who know how to fly do not mock a wing that is resting.They understand feathers heal.They understand hunger that sharpens, not starves.They understand why a flock sometimes thins.…

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  • The Season of Becoming

    Some mornings demand pink skies, veiled in drizzle just long enough to remind us that fall is on its way. The rain clears the air, washing away what clings to us, making space for what must come. It is not just weather—it is omen. Winter stands at the horizon, a dark sentinel, offering us the…

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  • In the Hollow of Your Reflection

    There you are—standing in silence, the blank look on your face betraying the storm inside. You stare through me as if I cannot hear the words rattling in your skull. In your eyes, I have seen rage, pain, struggle, fleeting sparks of love, glimmers of compassion—but above all, confusion. You are the decision without thought,…

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  • Where the Shoes Return

    I told them I wanted you to feel what you had put me through.Not to punish. Not to see you break. Just so, for a single fractured hour, you could look out of my eyes and know the rooms I learned to live inside. There is a particular cruelty to being moved through someone else’s…

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