• chaoticallysmallpoetry


As she walked up the stairs, keys in hand shaking because she knew what lies beyond the door.

Turning the keys. a bead of sweat rolls down her face into her bra.

Nervous, she opens the door knowing that she will be naked, pinned on the floor, blooded by them.

Night after night, She wonders if this is hell. But the devil is not someone who you love.


Recent Posts

See All


inspired by "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac music has a way of resurfacing through the years, connecting to different generations, showing people they are not alone. Bands that my dad loved as a teenager, I

Chemical Reaction

breaking down bits of myself, dissolving like baking soda when it reacts to vinegar. I am weak. I am small. Taking in every insult and accepting it as truth. Drowing, and being washed away with cold w


As long as I can remember, I have always loved to sing. Never really know if I was good enough to make it. My dreams as a child were large, with flashing lights. Fans, being moved by my voice, having

©2019 by Chaotically Small Poetry. Proudly created with