Description of the Book:
 
This collection (if you can even call it that) is a fever dream. I had 21 days to write poetry but I've never been the kind to sit at a desk and write.
Fortunately, I had ideas marinating in my brain — some maybe for years now. So I pushed through and finished it in the nick of time.

Not meant for children. Please don't read it if you're a child. Thank you!
If you've birthed me, please don't read it. And if you do, you're not allowed to ask me any questions.
If you know me and read this, please don't ask me what any of this means. I'm already a sobbing mess. I don't have it in me to explain.