Between Bruises & Blooms

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

authenticity

  • The Cover Was Never the Story

    Yes, I used AI for a cover. A picture. A frame. A doorway into something I had already written with my own two hands. But the words? The words were mine. The grief was mine. The memories I had to drag up from places I spent years trying to bury were mine. The bruises were…

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  • Their Version of Me

    Other people will keep inventing versions of her; the page remains where she refuses to shrink herself to fit any of them.

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  • The Stigma

    People see smoke and stigma; they do not see the anxiety, sleepless nights, and battles that existed long before the ritual.

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