A Note From the writer:

“I write like I bleed — loud, messy, and often too much. I chew on girlhood like a bitter pill and spit it back up in ink, half-prayer, half-porn, always honest.

I’ve fucked saints in my dreams and OD’d on hope, God shows up in my poems high and barefoot, laughing with a cigarette tucked behind one holy ear.

I don’t do modesty, I write like a girl raised by chaos, who made art from the bruises and sold shame for awakening.

I’m every bad decision in a velvet dress, every truth you’re too scared to say out loud.

This is my gospel —

uncut, unpretty, undeniable."

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