Simply Writing

Are lilacs still your favorite flower?

Because I picked them, and I brought them in

Do you still get heart flutters, butterflies?

Because I'm watching and I'm wondering

Do you light up?

Do you light up?

Do you light up when you see me?

Do you light up?

Do you light up?

Occasionally, I come for yall but it's me I'm here for lol

What was odd about this book, the title and its implications, was the suggestion of malelessness as somewhat equivalent to incompletion.

It went beyond depicting the psychological effects of life without the imagery and experience of men but rather all these interlinking realities of a post apocalyptic reality, worse in a world that is unknown, foreign in landscape, incomplete in the most monotonous way, missing all the diversifying elements and landscapes of the world we know. Almost a metaphor maybe to the homogeneous reality she existed in.

Everything about this setting screamed inhuman, removed, including the reality of the protagonist which had a void emotional aspect. Her unknown nature was over-amplified even to women themselves which did not seem realistic but fitting. From her age, to her growth and understanding, her unknown origin, she herself became a mystery in an alien world. Her desires were alien, her drives unempathetic, her existence hopeless. She experienced isolation long before the passing of her companions in a manner that was almost alien in itself, and she never quiet experienced love even for her fellow companions, her emotional development seemingly stunted and disconnected.

"I am inclined to pray, but on principle, I don't. God is not for women. He is for the fruit. He makes you want and he makes you wicked, and while you sleep, he plants a seed in your womb that will be born to die."