Kaitlyn S. Writing

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Childless

A Story by Kaitlyn S.

The kitchen smelled like winter, the air scorched and tainted by the old gas furnace. It bit into Terry's nose, and for a moment he imagined there wer..

Void

A Poem by Kaitlyn S.

i am heaving myself along alone a great fat spider on a web built from the inside trapped from the outside put behind the looking glass ..