Wounded. Restless. Beautiful in ruin.
Mark McConville threads together the shards of a life lived under siege-by addiction, grief, memory, and love. These poems aren't written from the safety of hindsight; they're carved out of the wreckage in real time. They stumble through alleyways of decay, through pill bottles and red-lit rooms, searching for something tender amid the carnage. Whether whispering to ghosts, clawing through depression, or standing defiantly against systemic collapse, McConville's voice is raw, urgent, and unafraid to name the darkness.
What remains, after the bleeding stops, is not hope-but the clarity of surviving one more day. A diary of collapse. A testimony of endurance. A portrait of beauty flickering inside the wreckage.
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