What if closure isn't a door closing, but a woman opening?

In this powerful third collection, Layla Schock steps into the space where endings stop aching and truth finally has room to breathe. Closure, she discovers, isn’t a moment—it’s a becoming. It’s what rises after you stop bargaining with the past and start returning to yourself.

Here, Layla writes with a scalpel dipped in holy gasoline: precise, unflinching, and spiritually flammable. Her poems refuse to whisper where truth demands fire, illuminating the difference between the endings we accept and the endings we choose.

If I Thought It Was Normal exposed the wounds, and I Thought It Was Healing tended them, then I Thought It Was Closure is the moment you realize the story didn’t break you—it delivered you back to yourself.

For every reader standing on the far side of heartbreak, hope, or hard-won honesty, this collection offers a mirror and a reminder:

Closure isn’t something you find.

It’s something you become.