Description of the Book:
 
Ashes in My Ribcage is not a story of healing—it’s a chronicle of descent. From the flicker of first love to the hollow ache of betrayal, anxiety, and death, these poems unravel everything tender and tear it raw. There is no redemption here, only the truth we bury and the ghosts we carry. Each piece is a quiet collapse, meant to be read in order—as the story bleeds from warmth into ruin. This is for those who’ve stood on the edge, begged the night for silence, and for those who never made it back. Some wounds don’t heal. Some hearts never do.