Voidward is a searing debut collection by Jaia Papitz, charting a luminous descent through language, memory, and the splintering self. With stark surrealism and raw lyricism, these poems inhabit aftermaths — of love, of violence, of god — and drift through the wreckage with ash-stained grace. From cosmic fugitives and fractured divinities to ruined cities and unspeakable longings, Voidward doesn't seek catharsis; it disintegrates toward something truer.
This is poetry that refuses consolation.
This is a language that moans, ruptures, and glows.
This is Voidward — where beauty lingers in the ash, and silence speaks last.
