This lives in the cracks and dwells in the deep darkness.

It's for the ones who've cried mid-sentence and still kept talking.

It's for the ones who stayed too long, said yes too many times, and finally found the power to say no.

In Untitled: A Poetic Indenture, Brodie Finegan Forbes strips away pretense to expose the visceral truth beneath modern life, identity, and art itself. These aren't poems-they're collisions. Flashbangs of memory, fury, grief, and raw clarity.

In pieces like The Devourer, he wrestles with the paradox of passion-how the thing you love can eat you alive. In The Face You Deserve, he turns judgement back on the observer, using words like weapons. And in the sprawling, hallucinatory Your Glory, he captures the recurring ache of survival, addiction, memory, and all the beautiful, broken people who get caught in its orbit.

Forbes writes like someone who's been burned by life and still leans into the flame. With unapologetic intimacy, cutting clarity, and dry wit, he redefines what it means to be a poet today: not detached or delicate, but deeply alive.

Enter at your own risk-and I promise you will find something real.

This is not poetry for polite applause or tidy endings. This is poetry that bruises, bares teeth, and bleeds.

It is a confrontation.

Brodie's work is to be encountered.

And once you've encountered him, you will never be the same again.