Between Bruises & Blooms

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

Evening Sessions

Quiet evening smoke sessions, slowed-down thoughts, night air, and the reflective moments that arrive when the day’s noise finally settles.

  • After the Last Bottle

    After the last bottle and the day’s final demand, a quiet smoke becomes less about escape and more about returning to herself.

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