A light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flickers to light with a whirring not unalike a jet engine. Green text begins to splay across it, spelling the words "user login." You proceed. ⤹⋆⸙͎۪۫。˚۰˚☽˚⁀➷。˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ ༄ MAJOR TW: will discuss s3xual assault, 4buse, and 5uicide. this is a collection of poems and short essays that i have written.