This book is a wound.
This book is a mirror.
This book is what I couldn’t say out loud,
what I whispered to myself on bathroom floors
and between fake smiles.
Worn Margins, Torn Heart is a collection of poems I wrote instead of screaming.
It’s about breaking.
It’s about remembering.
It’s about burning.
And somehow — still becoming.
These poems are not pretty.
But they’re honest.
And that’s enough.
