Conceived in lockdown and simmering above the surface since, Amber Walker presents a chapbook of poems about the feeling of abject loneliness in public, about the brain melting experience of binging blue screens and about being correct about the world ending but not experiencing any of the smug satisfaction.
These poems are a cry for help and a sign to leave the person who wrote them alone and a haven for those who aren’t sure if they want to die or if they just need to log off.
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a little foreword I wrote on my blog which explains why this took so long to release