On Instagram, nobody cared,
especially those who suspect they can
gush blood for weeks, like a second job.
All I was told was that I was just a woman
who couldn’t manage stories like hers.
A ripple effect: Imagine things getting better.
She says it’s getting worse with the shirtless
bachelor in paradise—weird and awkward,
this gorgeous girl with matching hair,
a special dress on the back of a door.
Revolution takes time, but she hasn’t
saved up enough for fresh flowers.