September

they beat us up

broke us down 

took our dignity 

we went home 

tails between legs 

to mommas tearful 

embrace 

reinvigorated 

by love and 

kindness

#katyamills

good spider good

a good spider 

i once knew 

caught me 

in his web 

being broke down 

having nowhere else 

to turn i

did not fight i

let him enter 

no one else wanted me 

the poisons 

made me blissful 

numb such that all 

my woes 

died 

good spider 

wrap me in 

thread

#katyamills

BAD@LOVE - by Katya Mills

flash short #story published today here on latinosusa ... https://latinosenglishedition.wordpress.com/2025/07/01/bad-love-by-katya-mills/

Journal X

 Pierce the Yearning Heart. A tragic love story I wrote. Now published alongside many great poems and works of fiction and memoir in Journal X. Page 160. https://www.cabrillo.edu/journal-x/ 

• Katya Mills

OCT1

they acquired the skin of a melon ... layers upon layers of bruised rejection ... exterior to a sweetness saved for the one true love they had yet to lay eyes on

#katyamills

six 25

shine a light
dear memory
into the anxious night
of forgotten
long lost
loves


crossing
back into the stitches
radiant and fused
what a mess we made
not knowing how
to live


we had each others
kind words soft touch
to get us through

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what we had

it wasn't romantic
what we had
didn't catch fire like
some fad
couldn't make millions
off a silver screen
wouldn't walk a runway
just to be seen
faded discolored was
what we had
blown in the glare
of a weary lag
we quietly held hands
in the alley

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killing time

killing time until we
drop my heart charged with
loving you I cannot
stop

#katyamills

April 25

I could hear the thunderous bass line on the other side of the bridge. From here it was much kinder like the water took the heat out of it. I had to repeat myself five times. The first two because you were drowned in sound. The last three because you could not believe what I said. You made your way to the side of the stage and stuck a finger in your ear and pressed the phone to your head, 'Why?'

#WIP #katyamills

yards

my love

come let us walk the grave yards 

drinking our pearls

brush with spirits both

living and dead

arm in arm

tonight

#katyamills

tax it

wrapped in blankets lying there on the couch with you and the two tigers staring up through the high windows love was not lost in translation the body letting go of all earthly problems for a while until we realized we forgot to do our damn taxes

 #katyamills

making it

You must you must you must and I will I will I will I cannot any longer hold back  and who am I who? Oh this is the way they talk when making love. [Sibling puts on noise cancelers on other side of the wall].      #katyamills

Royal sessions [8.30.1998] part 2

 8.30.1998 (part 2)

There’s always one you say I love you to but you cannot love because they make you suffer, and the more you love them the more you suffer. And you know you’re not easy to love by any means. The red sky and screwdrivers settled the tension in my head. Can you blame the vodka for the first kiss that started it all? Spin the rack and pick your poison. Early autumn air tickles the throat and we share a hot shower on a winter night, candlelight. Here I am again. How? Why? Cea Cita sits by the bathroom door in cobra watching the curtain ripple, jabbed by elbows, and the auburn dye is bleeding off my head and into the drain as you hit me with the sponge. Tonight you will leave the party with an old acquaintance of mine and I will have to wonder why, of all the people in the world I had to run into randomly, that fateful night in Wicker Park, when I was so wonderfully disciplined in avoidance, it was you. I could not resist the euphoria. The dangerous way our blood spiked in contact. It surprised me as much as you. Your eyes were so wide. What was I to do, say hello and goodbye? In the intoxication of a Chicago night in July? Maybe it’s time to change the locks. Take the silver key you gave me put it in an envelope and slide it under your door.

 

by #katyamills

Vegas = love

a planet hit the ground just off the Strip this morning and still spinning. we are gambling within moderation and - go figure - not winning. made a friend from Miami who swears they won't go back to Florida. i get it. kids in euphoria circle the tired parents. we wait for the shift change outside the AMPM at the cross of Flamingo and Formula 1. need coffee making love and the sun. a woman from Indiana with her daughter celebrating turning twenty-one.   #katyamills

fish E

I love my fish! she said. tranquil. could they love me too? eyes look opposite directions. i cannot tell. who said love needs eyes?  #katyamills

all u have

"you are two people again stumbling through life and pissing each other off. but it’s not so bad and you get through it and let it go. snuggling. because you are all you have". #katyamills

no plus one

and when you feel it surging, alternating currents, rising and falling, nothing compares. true love. a cellular party. two invites. no plus ones.   #katyamills

all love

you were sunk in the couch trying to escape the world. i couldn't light a fire under your ass so i lit the three wick candle. the cats were positioned one on top of the other grabbing neck by the teeth and simulating sex. cut it out. you're brothers for godsake not to mention fixed. I rambled on senselessly in the dark. You have a love and hate relationship with coffee! you shouted. I had to stop and think. No. That's not right. It's all love.   #katyamills

envy and foreboding

foreboding was the sky
foreboding the crack of beer he opened home from work

she thought up the colorful ways
she might get out of the building


she stared at blondie through the open window
her heart full of envy
all night on the fire escape swishing tail
unaccosted

#katyamills

hubba bubba

i let the machine choose our quick picks. hubbabubba. you asked me if i could make change for a fifty. no but there's like thirty cashiers here can you ask one of them? okay hubbabubba. i only realize this is my nickname when a woman who has overheard our exchange asks. is that what he calls you? oh. ya probably. he comes up with a new one almost every day. that's adorable. while i would love to win the mega millions, life is not likely to get any better than it already is.   #katyamills

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