I Thought It Was Closure

What if closure isn't a door closing, but a woman opening? In this powerful third collection, Layla Schock steps into the space where endings stop aching and truth finally has room to breathe. Closure, she discovers, isn't a moment-it's a becoming. It's what rises after you stop bargaining with the past and start returning to yourself. Here, Layla writes with a scalpel dipped in holy gasoline: precise, unflinching, and spiritually flammable. Her poems refuse to whisper where truth demands f...