There's something about poetry books that I hate to apply ratings or reviews to because I think poetry is so incredibly subjective and open to a freedom of format. But having read the first two and the sort of more flowery, angelic, magic-realist fictionalisation in those, Cocooned in My Abyss is a brave and impactful diversion into a more honest, no frills confessionalist style. It's very difficult to publish books more fiction in nature and then decided to bear all, including 2 very deep journal entries but it makes it feel more real and, in some respects, gives more emphasis on the metaphorical aspects of the previous two.
Especially a good read for those who like clear, naturalistic writing and best read aloud.