Sophie A. Katz

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Sophie A. Katz

Find me on Tumblr, Instagram, or TikTok @sophieakatz!

501

Writings

138

Followers

Following

Rejection

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

Gentle hand, slapped back

Faces turned from kindest gaze

To a colder path...

Poetry

Morning, Afternoon, and Night

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

Struggling to open my eyes

Trying to put on a disguise

To make me seem like a morning person

As the heat of the day recedes

Work ends, and I tend to my needs

For comfort, relaxation, and laughter

After dark, my brain comes alive

Words leap from my fingers and thrive

Seeming like the best I've ever written...

Poetry

Icicle

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

She wrapped her hand around the icicle, and it bit her bare skin, like sharp needles sticking into her palm....

The Bride

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

They say she comes in response to the cries of an unwilling bride the night before her wedding. For she was once such a maiden, wearing a dress she didn't want, forced into the arms of a man she did not choose. They say that rather than face her fate, she set off onto the moors with a single lantern for company, never to be seen alive again. And yet sometimes, she is still seen, out in the darknes...

Horror

Dawn-Streaked Towers

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

Among the thundering peaks

I lift my head

And bid good morning

To the dawn-streaked towers carved upon the rock...

Poetry

Life Lessons from Death

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

Everything in life can be recycled

Everything exists to be used

and reused

by each other

transformed

and informed

and absorbed

by one another

From the earliest stars

to the bones beneath the earth,

eroded and scarred,

It's all the same.

It's all

a puzzle

dumped out of a box by an unruly child

and strewn about in pieces on the floor

You are simply the current way these pieces come to...

Poetry

The Devil

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

Beware the red claws

Lurking in the details

Poised to drag you down...

Poetry

The Fool

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

Bells and bright colors

Have you no hidden depths, or

Is it just an act?...

Poetry

Death

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

At the end of things,

I asked God, "Show me your face!"

He opened the door....

Poetry

Seven

Sophie A. Katz

1 min read

One: the number of Google searches it took for me to go, "Oh my god. This is me. There's a word for it."

Two: the number of times I had to come out to my mom.

The first time, I thought I might be bi, or maybe gay. All I knew is that I maybe had a crush on a girl, now, and when I told my mom, she stood up and hugged me.

The second time, she said, "That's just how all girls are. You don't want sex ...

Poetry