The cows and I have faith

The cows and I have faith. She sits there, by the moonlight, batting her eyelashesshe’s been abused, exploited, raped, beaten, harmed, and deprivedonly the moon can see her tears from inside the factory Her heart and mine are the samewe were brought here because of loveand there may be love out in the universe, still,Continue reading “The cows and I have faith”

Filled

I stopped talkingI stopped thinking; filled with the rain of youpouring out of myselfI stopped wantingwhile getting everything I wantedand then wanting some morelike all the spaces needing to be filledall the air particles needing to be touched, and turnedthe entire world needing to be touchedgripped by my hands and feltbecause you encompass it