Between Bruises & Blooms

A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.

The Waiting Room

For the stretches where nothing can be forced—waiting for calls, dates, decisions, answers, and the next piece of news that might change everything.

  • The Waiting Has Teeth

    Uncertainty turns silence into sirens and thoughts into sharp little things, forcing the body to survive futures that have not happened.

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