Wicked is a collection of poems written from the places I tried not to look at for a long time. It moves through haunting memories, self-destruction, and the quiet ways pain settles into the body. These poems live in the spaces between fear and numbness, where mirrors distort, ghosts linger, and silence becomes louder than words. Divided into four sections, the book follows a descent into darkness and dissociation, through hallucinated worlds and fractured selves, and finally toward something softer. Not healing, not resolution, but survival. Small moments of clarity. Breathing. This is a book about guilt, memory, and the parts of us we call wicked because we do not know how else to name them. It is about breaking, and staying anyway.