This poetry collection was my Christmas gift for my friend four fucking years ago. Kids, I’ll say it again: This is what happens when u r too afraid of rejection and failure and procrastinate the living shit out of your artistry!

Anywhooo, “Threatened by round Shapes” contains a range of poem-virgins. I even left the (very) few grammatical errors in there for authenticity. It all contains but a good dozen different themes spread across, yes, over 120 poems.

Attention: I wrote these when I was both literally and legally a CHILD. Some people might say it were foolish to publish work that the author cannot identify herself with anymore, but that means: Shame. And I fucking can stand it no longer. I hug it now!! I shall feel nothing but kindness for my own “Cringe.” And so should you. Maybe this book can serve as a pillow. Surely, one will need to rest when taming that dragon of a feeling. :)

The amount of pets I lost over the years is just stupid and sad. And don’t get me started on people. wow! I think I worked through some of that in those poems. fucking hope so, at least… </3

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The second page of the poetry collection "Threatened by round Shapes." Showing a misty canal and lit windows of the buildings on the side.
The first page of the poetry collection "Threatened by round Shapes." Showing two cocktails with mint leaves and straws.
The fourth page of the poetry collection "Threatened by round Shapes." Showing the artist when she was a little girl in the arms of her father, who is dressed in a military uniform.
The third page of the poetry collection "Threatened by round Shapes." Showing a copy of an ultrasound picture with a small fetus.
The sixth page of the poetry collection "Threatened by round Shapes." Showing a silhouette of the young author wearing a corset with a blouse underneath.
The fifth page of the poetry collection "Threatened by round Shapes." Showing a mountaintop that is bathing in the red light of the sunset.
The seventh page of the poetry collection "Threatened by round Shapes." Showing the poet's irritated eye with smeared mascara that runs down the cheek.
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