Exposure

The facade breaks. The turning point arrives. The centerpiece poem, 12:30 AM, details the night the violence can no longer be ignored, when the speaker is attacked, strangled, and finally escapes. From that point on, every poem becomes a step out of denial. This section tells the truth that has been buried beneath excuses and shame. This wasn’t dysfunction. This was abuse. It was real. It was physical, emotional, spiritual, and psychological.

Order of Poems & Prose: 12:30 AM – Burn – Thanksgiving – December 12th, 2024 – Echoes – Agoraphobia – Berks – Split Memory – Creaks – Trauma Bond – 2024 (prose) – Shadows

*Please be advised: This book contains references to physical and emotional abuse, child abuse, gaslighting, suicide threats, and domestic violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Exposure

Berks

Jonathan Valania

All my shame, fear, and beliefs.And in that moment—I didn’t feel completely alone.

Berks

Jonathan Valania

All my shame, fear, and beliefs.And in that moment—I didn’t feel completely alone.

Split Memory

Jonathan Valania

You weren’t just angry.You were precise.You turned love into a ledger,grace into a gamble.

Split Memory

Jonathan Valania

You weren’t just angry.You were precise.You turned love into a ledger,grace into a gamble.

Trauma Bond

Jonathan Valania

“I miss you.The real you.The imagined you.The memory of who you could’ve beenif the sickness hadn’t won.”

Trauma Bond

Jonathan Valania

“I miss you.The real you.The imagined you.The memory of who you could’ve beenif the sickness hadn’t won.”

Creaks

Jonathan Valania

Sometimes the floorboards creak,and I wonder—ever so softly—if it’s the ghost of you passing through.

Creaks

Jonathan Valania

Sometimes the floorboards creak,and I wonder—ever so softly—if it’s the ghost of you passing through.

2024: The Year I Realized the Line Was Gone

Jonathan Valania

You strangled me.I remember the silence.I remember thinking, “She finally crossed the line.”And then realizing—we had crossed it long ago.

2024: The Year I Realized the Line Was Gone

Jonathan Valania

You strangled me.I remember the silence.I remember thinking, “She finally crossed the line.”And then realizing—we had crossed it long ago.

Shadows

Jonathan Valania

They believed the church girl,the one who loves Jesus,couldn’t hurt a fly.But they didn’t know you behind closed doors.

Shadows

Jonathan Valania

They believed the church girl,the one who loves Jesus,couldn’t hurt a fly.But they didn’t know you behind closed doors.

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What began as court documents, voicemails, and text messages became something more. It's a story about survival, truth-telling, and the long, sacred work of healing.

Letters I’ll Never Send is a raw, autobiographical collection of poems and prose written through the aftermath of emotional abuse. It speaks for the moments you couldn’t. It says what was never safe to say out loud.

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This book is for the ones who made it out, and the ones still finding their way.

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