Katherine Childs

Creative Writing

Confidence

Public speaking always terrified me. I hated the sound of my own voice Amplified through the microphone, Every crack of my throat audible against the silence of the room. I feared the multitude of faces Staring at me like dolls lined up in a toyshop, Their marble eyes glued to my body. I shuddered at…

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Little Intimacies

The body is fragile. Skin soft, a pillow for the weary to lay their heads. Cheek to cheek a warm cushion. Hair entangles lovers in its web, Bridging the space of dreams To thread itself with another. Somewhere, two tears roll silently together, In collision. Damp and Damaged by the hands of others. Twisted bodies…

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Period

Sharp pangs Stab my stomach On my back, In pain. A hole inside of me, I am not complete. My vagina is a gateway for the other. I want to take a needle and pierce the eye with red thread, I want to sew together the lips that engulf my emptiness. Red. Flesh. Raw. My…

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Haiku’s on A Winter Morning

Children with eyes wide, Exhale their warm breath slowly To watch the air dance. – Misty clouds of air Evaporate around me, And trouble my mind. – The frostbitten grass, waits timelessly, in the cold, hopeful for the sun. Like Concrete on Facebook to stay up to date

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Acceptance

I stand on a tear stained street Caught inside an endless commute. I pour my fingers into the eyes of strangers In search of you. Off beat, intrinsic jazz shakes my body Our hands make love Ejected, rejected Thoughts exit my mind. I am in a muddling mind maze, These thoughts were only ever meant…