Rage

This collection is a graveyard of childhoods that never bloomed, stitched together with verses that do not soothe-they indict. Each poem is a blade wrapped in silk, a quiet scream carved into metaphor. These are not confessions, but autopsies of memory, where silence is dissected and grief is named. The voice within refuses comfort, refuses repetition, and refuses to forget. It writes not to heal, but to haunt. To remember. To reclaim.