Just painting away in the depths of the night and swaddling things in bubble wrap.

How do I even start to be a slut?

In case you’re still confused as to what the everloving eff we’re doing in here.

Yeah, well, the important thing is I amused myself, right?

You’ve never even seen the real world.

It’s more than just quarantine.

Miiiiight be an idea to act like it.

A family’s fatal flaw

A case study of the narcissistic relationship grid, in poem form.