Roman, your poem carries a haunting, ethereal beauty that lingers. The imagery of "throat-diaries" and "cesium-powder bones" paints a poignant picture of innocence strained and emotions buried. It feels like a meditation on pain, memory, and the elusive search for meaning amidst trauma. The fractured form mirrors the disjointedness of lived experience, adding depth to the narrative.

Wishing you all the best with 20xx. If this is a glimpse of your prose, it’s bound to be unforgettable.