Rose Gold and Blood Moons

This is my newest poetry collection, Rose Gold and Blood Moons-my tenth book I've written. It's spiteful, bitter, angry, and heartbroken. There's a rage in this that comes from a series of betrayals so horrible, they can only be described by the words on these pages, and can barely be said aloud. I spent the summer plotting revenge each night and cursing the moon for doing nothing as it watched me crack and fall apart on the pavement, ignoring my desperate cries for help. My only comfort is the copper blush of a better tomorrow, but a hemorrhaging sky makes that almost impossible to see-trapped in the deep shades of crimson grief. This is what the book's about-the delusion and the pain that comes with deception. I hope anyone who's experienced this kind of suffering can relate to it on some level, or can find healing in the outcome of it. As for my "muses," this book is for you-all the ones who did me wrong this year. You know who you are. You know what you did. You know how I feel about you. Look what you made me do now-the werewolf is ready to attack, and no mercy will be given.