Katya Mills
katya444ever.bsky.social
Katya Mills
@katya444ever.bsky.social
Independent author seeking representation. On Goodreads (7 titles). Psychotherapist in California. Gen X Nonbinary.
We were blind with it wet with it inside the foggy morning. I cut a piece out and pocketed it to touch in moments of despair. In the empire the interest rates climbed up from a base and everything out of reach. They left us to die in our phones. And then - your #kiss #vss365
February 14, 2026 at 1:59 PM
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Sunbathing #oilpainting #art
February 13, 2026 at 6:30 AM
i could not explain away the #lacuna without consulting the gods who told me in a hundred beads fallen from my wrist in a sun shower in the middle of the night where I had been. remembering I cried. and wrote it down as fast as I could before it went out on the tides #vss365
a red lake with trees in the background and a reflection of the trees in the water
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February 13, 2026 at 9:34 PM
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#vss365
without a warm voice
in my head

can't keep those
inner demons
from feasting

they know all my soft places
know just the right words

"uncomfortable"
"weird"
"pathetic"
"unwanted"

and they tear me to pieces
until there's nothing left

just a #lacuna

where i can store
my darkest thoughts
February 13, 2026 at 4:08 AM
invasion of dawn over the land ... choreographed waves of influencers and who is who in a sanitized place beam out in sizzling satellite emissions then recede ... in the silence in the dark I can finally breathe. I can feel joy and heartache and love living #vss365 #dark
February 12, 2026 at 3:39 PM
when the body
touched down
in the shallow paupers
grave

the earth held it
like it had not been
held

and the face
bloodless looked
up blind

searching the sky
for the soul

#touch #vss365
February 11, 2026 at 3:11 PM
it was freeing
seeing her reflection
touching
nail beds to the curve of this planet
she carved
each follicle uplifting
her thoughts drifting
farther from the #ache
of memory
chrome of razor
catching light
beneath her wrist
like the lake where
he drowned

#vss365
a picture of a person in a cave with the words strejdobrozy written on the bottom
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February 10, 2026 at 2:25 PM
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#VSS365

was it lambent starlight
flickering as her car
sped down the freeway
with the windows down
music blasting through speakers
or was it just her astigmatism
making all lights sparkle?
romanticism made her life
just a little better
turning a runaway
into a fairytale princess
February 6, 2026 at 1:55 AM
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#vss365

#bones stir and awaken
inside the soil

night leans in to listen

something ancient opens
its lidless eyes
February 9, 2026 at 4:02 PM
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Many thanks to Ed. Jack Caradoc of @dreich.bsky.social for publishing my 4 poems and 5 senryus in Jan issue. One I’d written for a #PoemsAbout prompt; the toffee-wrapper poem for a #vss365 employed #abstraction by #removing logic to #redefine its size in The Candyman’s Trumpet🎺. #Oulens #2WordPrompt
January 2, 2026 at 3:21 PM
2.9.26 all I am is breath. transparency. like the materials you chose to adorn me with. pellucidity of desire. my #bones dissolve in your embrace deep in these high count hotel casino sheets. tonight I bring you luck. I am your ace.

#vss365
a black ace of hearts playing card with a red heart on it
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February 9, 2026 at 3:59 PM
so pale
the world becomes
by the end
when the shadow
once integrated
disintegrated

#vss365
#pale
February 8, 2026 at 3:22 PM
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Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 8 is #pale

"The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twilight
that revolves around you."

'The Light Wraps You', Pablo Neruda

#8
February 8, 2026 at 3:59 AM
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😬 🍟. #oilpainting in my sketchbook #art
February 8, 2026 at 7:02 AM
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The #pale morning light, fades from the pale grey sky, into the pale grey sea.

#vss365
February 8, 2026 at 11:12 AM
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Women’s Cross-Country Skiing Marred By Catcalling Italian Men On Sidelines https://theonion.com/womens-cross-country-skiing-marred-by-catcalling-italian-men-on-sidelines/
February 7, 2026 at 12:00 PM
2.7.26 before where she stood she saw what was not there. her #blood her heart made itself known in her chest pursued by the shadow she cannot best. terrified to believe she was no different than them. this inheritance of mine. can it not be sublimated for good? #vss365
a woman with red hair has a real passion for alchemy
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February 7, 2026 at 4:11 PM
2.6.26 the #wound came in various colors across the years and could not fully heal without the medicine you were unwilling to give. your apathy betrayed you. I cared less and less and less (about you). I guess it was contagious. It is sad. Yet I feel so deeply I know I've moved on. #vss365
February 6, 2026 at 6:00 PM
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Frustrated with her inability to find le bon mot, she'd stabbed the nib of her pen through the book. I'll have to face the damn librarian, she muttered smoothing the ragged #wound edges. But the hole enlarged, spilling words, and when exhausted, blue ink onto her guilty fingers.
#vss365
February 6, 2026 at 8:06 AM
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February 6, 2026 at 5:01 PM
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Cake and milk from the jug 😬😂 #oilpainting #art
February 6, 2026 at 12:49 AM
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#vss365 #poetry

Worms fester in a lonely mind
They don’t even tickle

Tear ducts heavy
Dead weight they ooze

Chest so fragile
It expands inwards
One big #wound

Silly fools know it alls
Say regardless carry on

Pushing you through
Dead end streets
No doors only traps
February 6, 2026 at 8:32 AM
2.5.26 destitute unwashed unshaven uncertain if he was hallucinating a world full of apathy toward his condition he left with one charitable gaze from an otherwise insolent boy #lambent in heart #vss365
February 5, 2026 at 2:48 PM
2.4.26 the photo of her fell off the wall. her mother and sister recalled it was just after breakfast. they were picking up the shattered glass. only much later did they learn she had lost her life that morning. many miles away in Vienna. #ghost #vss365
February 4, 2026 at 3:46 PM
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Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 4 is #ghost

"But that isn’t all.
Some of my ghosts are planets.
Not bright. Not young.
Spiraling deep in the dusk of my body
as saucers or moons
pleased with their belts of colored dust
& hailing no others."

'Ghosts', Kiki Petrosino

#4
February 4, 2026 at 4:00 AM