story published

 you can read it here... 

https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/09/07/what-it-was-like-to-be-loved-by-katya-mills/

-Katya

nine eight

 faraway laughter. a tuft of melon orange tucked behind the eastern ear. but a memory. what other form will you provoke? an empty glass. a dusty vase. silence speaks of loss and longing well. the sky palimpsest. autumn must be near 

by Katya Mills

story and poem by katya

another flash piece I wrote was published today ... 

https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/08/04/search-engine-by-katya-mills/

a poem I wrote ...

onset schizophrenia

a ginger tail flashed 

by the rocks and a voice called them 

to play. innocently they wandered from neurotypical fields

we can only communicate with them by art

we are as distant to them 

as they seem to us. conversation 

is out

#katyamills 2026

july random writings and stuff

 Darla she dropped out of school and moved to the coast. It's not a crime to want to be happy, she would say. She worked as a cemetery docent and got into crafts. Anything washed up on the shore was fair game. ya. that was how I met Darla.

Descend with one knee
it was the moment she had been waiting for
and her cheeks blushed
when he looked up
it was pain 

it was horror
sweetheart?
yes my love ... yes?
I think ive torn my
meniscus

a dagger of geese ascends above the palpable memory of the dream I'm trying to rub out my eyes. a restaurant. I saw you. Freddy! you looked like you always had. alive! you gave me a colored string to remember by. i tie the baby's tooth around my neck.

1am. a confused looking indigent stands in the road. 

I put on my hazards and get out to help. 

they charge and knock me down 

yelling - look into my eyes! 

Okay. I will... 

2am. I am standing in the road. 

look. look into 

my eyes!

a tailwind threw off the scent. the whole pack looked upon her with benevolence. she somehow outlasted the hunt and made it home. a dog's teeth had torn her ear. the marking rendered an aura of 'do not fuck with me' for years to come

it was her turn a boy made a hold and she stepped up above all the heads rocking out to Mannequin Pussy she fell back laughing and surfed toward the stage

mosswood in the moss pit. punk is more than music it's an attitude it's an expression. its a queer and disturbed and fierce family. its a lifestyle. grateful for everyone who brought us together and John Waters. and a big F-you to the system!

the river set out to conquer the land 

in league with the summer rains 

cresting the earthen walls 

made to contain it

a young woman 

head shaved 

shed her ego on 

the flooded 

plains

by Katya Mills. 2026

story flash

 A story I wrote (300 words) ...

https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/07/06/middle-finger-2-gravity/

by Katya Mills

erotica

 a short story I wrote was published here...

https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/06/19/better-half-of-hen-by-katya-mills/

-Katya

posts 5.23

on a planet 

the color of rose 

we immerse the rows 

in liquid metal 

so not to come 

undone 

in the cold heat 

of absent 

sun 

not want for courage
i am spent from these dealings
the theme lingers
producing images and words
i hope to say or convey
useless i flop on the couch
in the pulsing light
it’s my something sweet
comes with painful
era

the forms spoke 

with intent 

at the pace of earths 

rotation 

the angle 

a bellicosity lent 

casting stark 

shadows upon the moss 

time 

took the rose off 

and left her 

spent 

nevertheless 

malcontent

she made waves she made a lot of enemies speaking her mind she made waves and you don’t always make friends making waves … at least they know you are more than a pulse

athens georgia was chock full of misfits … she hit 3 coffeehouses in 6 hours and they threatened to call security simply because she was asking about a croissant after ten minutes waiting wtf? 

graduates rolling on the grass making out

subdivision two. 3am

fears of perdition troubled the sleep. she turned pages letting the characters affection wash over her

she allowed herself a sugar cookie with oat milk

attended by the creatures of the night

original poetry by Katya Mills 2026

‪Katya Mills‬ ‪@katya444ever.bsky.social‬