The Living Affliction

What if pain could speak? The Living Affliction gives it a voice. One that is raw and achingly human. These poems don't flinch; they bleed. They trace the bruises we hide and the ghosts we carry beneath our skin. Grief hums through every line and fear whispers in the margins. Somewhere in the wreckage, a strange and stubborn light endures. This collection won't hand you healing, but it will sit with you in the ruin. It will name the hurt, and remind you that even in your breaking, you are becoming something fierce and something whole.