I used to swing at dawn when the summer was hot

This poetry collection is like my personal safe. Here, I dive into my deepest and darkest secrets, my late night thoughts. When I sat down to write them it sometimes felt like a hot summer night, though sometimes I reached out from a nightmare in my pitch black bedroom and I felt the need to write what I'd just seen: fear, death, people screaming at me that I'm not enough, that I shouldn't be here... Writing these poems helped me heal something that was long-broken inside me.
See these poems like a trail of fire, it's going to burn at some point but in the end it will feel and smell beautifully, just like a charred rose petal.
Are you ready to come with me? Take my hand, but I can't promise you can handle everything that creeps inside my head. For now, let's just imagine it's August and we're by the beach... I'm about to let you wander in my small world.

Note: this collection was written from December 2020 to October 2022.

If you want more you can check my first poetry book Denim Jeans, Satin Dress.