TheHellsBells
this is a collection of poems that wear their warning colors proudly.
In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution.
These poems do the same.
This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed.
Here, healing is not sanitized.
The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again.
Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange.
Read gently.
Read honestly.
Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed.
DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍