The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • porcelain and a broken door knob

    In the hush of holy whispers, I found myself a captive. alone in the quiet kingdom of porcelain and tiles a sanctuary too small yet so vast in my eight-year-old fear.   The door, a stubborn sentry, held me hostage, the knob an enigma, a puzzle I could not solve, and with every thud of… Read more

  • Tired 321

    one day it was a beautiful moment, now it’s hated and I wait for death no reason to dream or wish or remember seeing someone on Sunday for 90 minutes doesn’t create truth or relationship real life stopped long ago Read more

  • Tired 7 6 5 4

    Life drags my body moves because it knows nothing else to do, yet breathing hurts like a fracture that never mends.The nights stretch, each one longer, the stars nothing but cold eyes watching What was once warmth is only dust now, slipping through my fingers as the mirror does not lie, a hollow face, pale… Read more

  • Divine Patience has reached it’s limit

    “And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation;… Read more