wilting - last edited in aug. 2023

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.

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TW: will discuss sexual assault, abuse, and suicide.
this is a portfolio of poems and short essays that i have written. most of these are in their final draft stages, but some may be unfinished.