In the vastness of thought and memory, something monstrous sleeps.
Awakenings are not always cathartic.
They are not always healing.
More often, they are violent, clarity arriving long before calm.
These poems were written at that moment:
when language became confrontation,
when a pen cut where silence could not,
when survival left a record instead of a lesson.
This book does not offer comfort.
It bears witness.
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