Filth

Filth is not a confession.
It is a communion-and it does not ask to be forgiven. Written in fragments, invocations, and erotic elegies, Filth inhabits the space where desire becomes ritual and the body becomes testimony. These poems explore obsession, power, devotion, and self-mythology through a voice that is unflinching and self-aware. They do not seek redemption or healing, but recognition-truth about hunger, intimacy, shame, control, love that consumes, and the darkness people learn to w...