My rating and review is biased because Vianney is / was my friend. I knew her in the Friducha era, I bought the book years ago when it was first publisbed and only just found it again and finally read it.

That being said, with a lot of my own poems they aren't very good they're just something I had to get out of my mind. Raw thoughts, raw emotions and feelings. Sometimes nonsensical. When I go back and read them I go ew that's never seeing the light of anyone else's eyes but mine and even I don't wanna look at it. You're going deep into my google drive folders.

Not that Vianney's poems here are necessarily like that, but they are just raw emotion. It's very real, deeply personal, very much something she had to get out there or else she would go crazy. As she said Friducha was a character she made when she thought she wouldn't survive. The poems are not for me, I don't think they have rereadability, but I feel like I know her, or at least the person I knew in 2016-2019, more now. Whoever she is now  and the state and contents of her poetry, I hope she's alright!