E.S. Poetry & Writing

E.S. writes poetry and fiction for people who survived by adapting until it became a personality. Their work lives in the aftermath, examining quiet violence, emotional endurance, and the damage that forms when survival is mistaken for strength. These are not healing stories so much as psychological autopsies of love, power, and attachment. The tone is dark, restrained, and unsettling in a way that lingers rather than explodes. This work is for anyone who stayed too long, learned too much, and refuses to romanticize what it cost.

Under The Bed

We keep a thing under the bed and lie about what it is. Not a monster. Not dramatic. Just the truth we won’t touch. It knows when we’re weak. It waits until we’re tired. We feed it silence because silence keeps the peace. Every morning we wake up less, but still useful. Some secrets don’t haunt us. They finish us slowly.

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