Anger - Book II of A Study in Grief
These poems stop asking. They confront directly - divinity, a debt that will never be paid, a shadow that's followed long enough to know every secret. Some of it burns loud enough to reshape the sky. Some of it is colder: a calm, measured voice that tells you, very politely, exactly how close you're standing to fire. There's transformation running through all of it - the moment someone stops being who they were and becomes something built entirely out of what broke them.
Not every fire here is loud. Some of them just burn quietly, for a very long time.
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