“The world is automatic

in the courses of its living. Time

keeps the living and the dead

in its pocket…”

A woman troubled by her place in the dark manuscript of her life rediscovers her strength and power in this collection of wicked poems. Poison, plants, bloodshed, and the supernatural collide as Blythe weaves a haunting series of horror poems not for the faint of heart.

Found poetry can be a bit hit or miss for me, it’s not always something I enjoy, but I thought the premise of this collection was good. The imagery in the poems was top notch, but at times almost a little too much. That being said, it didn’t take away from the overall journey of the poetry and the themes were consistent across the collection which made it a quick, enjoyable read.

Happy reading!