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Shattered In Soft Focus
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Ongoing, First published Jun 15
Mature
This is not a love story.
This is a survival story told in static and soft pinks.

Shattered in Soft Focus is a collection of traumacore poetry-a bleeding diary of what it feels like to live inside a body and brain that won't stop hurting. Written through the lens of BPD, C-PTSD, ADHD, OCD, anxiety, and depression, each piece is a quiet scream in a pastel room, a broken mirror held up to girlhood, grief, and the ghosts of who I used to be.

These poems do not ask for your sympathy.
They ask: do you feel like this too?



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