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Poetry

Poems about maybe being asexual or possibly a lesbian and how being female is kind of a bunk deal both biologically and socially and having so much CPTSD that it festers into a cluster B thing

Some of these will be short stories, others letters to both real and fictional people, and really whatever else I see fit to add Also, I put this under poetry bc it was that or random And i'll be changing the cover in the near future

[COMPLETED] "Last year. The day of my birthday my mother died by a homophobic bastard. They were angry at me and at her for not raising me 'correctly'.... They shot her twice in the back and once in the head... We lived in a small town... No charges were filed on the bitch who did it..." She said straight faced but tears ran down her note rosy cheeks and plump pink lips. "Daamnn boo... Sorry to hear that.. I would have never guessed." I softly said back. "Exactly why I said don't judge me because you don't fucking know me.".

this is some stuff I write because I can't say it out loud and/or because I shouldn't be thinking about it. this is truly how I feel and what I think.

After all that they've been through only one question can be asked will there be more? (Mature)(Smut)(PTSD)

Two women, twin flames, living through life the best they can with the hand they're given.