i rage in lowercase.
in good grammar.
in apologies i don’t mean
but make anyway.
because women like me
don’t get to be angry without bleeding for it.
so no.
no anger here.
just a girl with a steady hand,
a sweet mouth,
and a body built like a gun
you never bothered to check was loaded.
rot gospel.
artist statement
rot gospel is a body of work built from bone, ash, and aftermath. These poems and photos do not seek resolution, they testify. They are scripture written in blood and silence, in the language of women who were told to stay soft while being broken open. This collection speaks to the sacred and the savage, to the way trauma mythologizes itself inside the body, and to the quiet violences that shape us when no one is watching.
Each poem and photograph is a fragment of survival. sometimes feral, sometimes funeral. I made this book in the voice I wasn’t allowed to use. It’s the gospel of what festers when you are taught to be palatable, polite, and pretty even while you rot. It is an altar for the girl who never got to become a woman without first being made into a wound.
rot gospel is not about healing. It’s about naming. About holding the broken pieces up to the light and saying: I bled. I begged. I am still here. And I remember.