Phoenix Savoie

(she/they) That one goth trans girl in the school. I enjoy reading and writing, talking about human rights and making my voice heard. I am on my way to becoming an author and this is the first step to getting my texts published. Enjoy!
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The Styx

The Styx

Trigger Warnings—Implication of Suicidal Ideation and Mental Health.A collection of gothic poems. The StyxNight, night; in the dead of night.My body yearns for slumber,Yet my soul requires a fight.It asks for questions with no answer. Night, night; in the dead of night.I feel the Styx pulling me in.Gallons pouring of no right.In my boot, place a silver coin. Night, night; in the dead of night.I shall meet the poor Charon,Guider of the ones who lost their might.Eternal tortured with no bone. Night, night; in the dead of night.I do not care for all the things I leave.Pay my fare and…
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In Each Other’s Harms

In Each Other’s Harms

This, I propose to you,A love story, not simply of the other,But also simply of you, too.So listen to my tale of monster;For to love another, you need to love yourself.And to love yourself, you need to know yourself. Sat a spirit, lonely on a tomb,Lonely as a wandering spirit.Perched, a girl, on a forgotten doom,Forgotten as an old candle lit;Never did they know fate would strike.Always did they think they would never like. In a foggy cemetery,A single mourning spirit waited in tearObserving the scenery.The cold cold scenery of fear;How long had it already been?How much time had it…
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Nothing Matters, Truly

Nothing Matters, Truly

Nothing matters.I doubt I will get to live to a hundred.Nothing matters.I will be forgotten a hundred years after that.Nothing matters.I will rot away and my name will be forgotten.Nothing matters.I am only one of a hundred billions who have died.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. No one will remember “Rose,”Who was born in the 2000s,Who hated herself,And hated the world around her.Rose will be a single name among so many others.Roses wither too.I am not alone with that name.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. I walk in the cemetery.Truly a beautiful place, is it not?Nothing is calmer than the dead.I envy…
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My night at the cemetery

My night at the cemetery

You do not have to believe anything that I am going to say. Even I do not believe in this story; and I have witnessed it with my own eyes! I do not intend to tell you this story to convince you that ghosts exist or anything of the sort; I only wish to recount in the most precise way possible that lonely night of June which I and my best friend will always remember. I do not remember exactly why I bought that OUIJA board in the first place. I only know that, after a random day of winter…
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A Guide to A Loved One’s Coming Out — Collaboration with the LGBTQ+ Club

A Guide to A Loved One’s Coming Out — Collaboration with the LGBTQ+ Club

People who identify as a part of the LGBTQ+ community often feel the need to “come out” to the people around them. Coming out (or “coming out of the closet”) refers to the action by a queer person to tell other people about their sexual or gender identity, which is then glorified as an overly important part of their life. As National Coming Out Day is coming soon, (October 11th, 2025) we wanted to write a guide to help you in the eventuality of a loved one’s coming out. The LGBTQ+ Club Most of the people of the LGBTQ+ club…
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Running on a Thin Thread

Running on a Thin Thread

Today was the day where they would both finally escape. He knew it. For years, they had put up with this abuse. His mother was a monster who enjoyed beating him whenever he made a mistake, while she, the girl, whom he had met here for the first time so many years ago, had put up with her father’s violence when drunk—which was often. He remembered that promise, only when it was too late. Today was the day where, a little bit more than ten years ago, they had looked at each other for the first time. She had been…
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Daylight Walk

Daylight Walk

Trigger warnings: Dark subjects ahead. Sequel stories to “Midnight Walk” and “Held together by a Thread” On a walk at mid-night time, I explored a forest which I used to know, although it had completely changed. I discovered many abandoned pieces of history which everyone seemed to forget. Finally, while gazing at myself in the river from the top of an old but sturdy concrete bridge, I noticed the sun woke up. It was time to go back home. My husband, still affected by his actions during the fight the night before and while haunted by his thin patience, was…
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The World Forgets

The World Forgets

1933, a library burnt. A library about me. All the knowledge about me, Gone into fumes. I turn into ashes in the mind of the world, A pest to eliminate, The idea of an idiot, A f*ggot who has lost his mind, The kind we send in the slaughterhouses, A pink triangle. And just like that, The world can forget about us. 1933, my history destroyed in slaughterhouses; The world forgets. 1945, the world promises not to forget. The slaughterhouses are closed for good, Finally f*aggots and I can breathe freely, Without fear of existing. The world promises this is…
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I Saw the TV Glow: A Trans Horror Movie

I Saw the TV Glow: A Trans Horror Movie

Spoiler ahead for I Saw The TV Glow, a 2024 transgender horror movie. Media Representation It is no secret that queer—and more particularly transgender people—are underrepresented in the cinematographic media, and are quite often casted away and turned into a joke for the uneducated audience to laugh at. From movies like Ace Ventura or Scary Movie to TV shows like Big Bang Theory or South Park, representations of “men pretending to be women” has been a classical comedy trope that has presented and used, attacking the existence of trans people in general. There have been productions presenting trans and other…
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Held together by a Thread

Held together by a Thread

Trigger warning: Dark topic Continuation of Midnight Walk His patience was held by a thread because this morning, he woke up to a cold, empty bed. It had been cold for some time. He usually woke up before her, to go work outside, while this morning she might as well not have slept at all. All of this is because of a little fight the night before. It had been the sun that awoke him—meaning she had not awakened him in time and he would have to do many chores way faster than usual. She hadn’t been there for hours.…
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