Chaos Land

Breaking news, your local lesbian (me) is screaming into the void again and hoping something blinks back

Posting all my pre written poems once a day until I get my crap together and start writing again.

Im not sure how long a weighted blanket and a heating pad are supposed to substitute for human care and touch. Scalding hot baths are great too, especially considering my joints dismantle themselves for fun, ow ow ow ow.

Anybody ever feel like they need something sapphic to happen to you asap or you will spontaneously combust

Do I wait until funny thoughts come to mind or do I start posting devastating poetry, decisions to be made.