Mutant-hearted writer. Rebel of burnt bridges. Here to publish what platforms fear — raw truths, handwritten pain, and the poetry of resistance. No filters. No borders. Just fury, beauty, and survival.
They Closed the Gate. So I Carved a Window.
A handwritten rebellion. One-take, no mask, no mercy. This is what I made instead of giving up.
They Closed the Gate. So I Carved a Window.
A handwritten rebellion. One-take, no mask, no mercy. This is what I made instead of giving up.
