There’s a strange quiet that follows creation.

Not the peaceful kind- the kind that hums just beneath the skin, full of static and heartbeat.

When I released Teeth in the Silence, I thought it would feel like an ending- a closing of every page I’d written through sleepless nights and quiet wars. But it isn’t. It’s an echo that keeps reshaping itself each time someone reads a line out loud, each time a stranger on TikTok writes, “I felt that.”

These poems weren’t meant to be polished. They were meant to bleed. Each one started as a whisper I didn’t want to say out loud. Now they exist in a leather-bound world of their own- breathing, trembling, alive.

Lately, I’ve been watching these words reach places I never could. A poem about a prison of thought, a bath that feels like rebirth- all finding their way through 10-second corridors on a screen. It’s haunting and beautiful, watching silence become sound.

TikTok has become more than a platform. It’s a pulse- proof that art still finds its people in the strangest, most digital ways. I’ve met readers who’ve turned comments into conversations, strangers who now carry pieces of my book in their minds. For that, I’m grateful.

But beneath all the excitement, there’s still that quiet. The one that started this all. It waits for me every night- pen in hand, page open, asking, what now?

The truth is, this isn’t over. Teeth in the Silence was never meant to be a period, it was a heartbeat, a beginning, a door left ajar.

And beyond it, another story waits.

To everyone who’s read, watched, or whispered one of my poems into the void, thank you. You’ve proven that silence, when given teeth, can still speak.

If you haven’t yet, the book is available now on Amazon.

Come listen to the quiet. It bites.