𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀. - Maya Angelou. a collection of zaya's original poems.

where most people claw their way out of the hood, y/n l/n walks right back into it. born in shiganshina but raised in the city, she returns to the place she once called home. not because it's safe, not because it's smart, but because she's out of options. moving in with the father who never raised her means leaving behind the people who love her... and stepping straight into the lives of people who don't owe her a thing. then there's eren jaeger. fresh out of prison. harder than the concrete he grew up on. a man who's been shuffled from unit to unit, neighborhood to neighborhood, until he finally lands back where it all started. he's restless. he's angry. he's trying to remember what freedom is supposed to feel like. and then he sees her. not the city girl she pretends to be... but the girl who left the hood and somehow found her way back. eren's wasted enough time. he knows what he wants now. and he's not used to being told no. too bad neither of them can see the storm waiting for them; the kind that doesn't care about love, loyalty, or second chances. but they aren't soft. they aren't fragile. they're messy. they're stubborn. they're dirty, in all the ways life makes you. and once their paths cross, there's no going back. ✷𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐄──────𝓔𝗥𝗘𝗡 𝓙𝗔𝗘𝗚𝗘𝗥. 18+. read at your own discretion. © LilReaper, '26.

౨ৎ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛❟ 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝗭𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿❟ 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝗜𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁❟ 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆❟ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗼𝗿𝘀❟ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆. 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿. 𝗬𝗲𝘁❟ 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁❟ 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘄?

౨ৎ 𝓓𝙸𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝓑𝙾𝚈 .ᐟ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛❟ 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵... 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙮. [ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ] you felt made of glass under his gaze; transparent in ways you never agreed to be. you felt made of glass under his gaze, exposed in ways you never agreed to be. you hated how quietly he could undo you; his words slipped past your defenses like they'd been there before, like they knew the way. he was obsessed. he was violent. you should've run the moment you met him. but something in you; something ancient, something buried; leaned toward him anyway. and that infuriated you more than anything else. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM SHARING MY BOOKS ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM/APPS, THANK YOU.