knocked up in ten minutes on a bus
it started with a whisper,
and didn’t understand why the sheep in the truck
that sped past my fathers landrover,
as we chugged down the motorway
on a sleepy Sunday morning,
had terror in their eyes
and death in their bleats.
I learnt the word vegetarian
something I will be defined by until
exposed to meat for the first time,
ate a sausage for a dare (disgusting child),
the flesh that slipped down my throat
left a red mark on my stomach,
and stained the inside of the toilet bowl black.
giving a presentation about factory farming to a
class of ‘couldn’t-care-less‘,
laughed out of the room for weeping at my own words.
Pigs boiled alive,
Sorcha never knows such ignorance again.
My dog dies.
I spiral into a deep sorrow that lasts until I
Death comes quickly and unfairly,
leaves behind a bitter taste,
and a desire to never love again.
I loved again.
I become vegan,
last for three months before exhaustion takes me prey.
Sorcha is synonymous for failure,
but no animals were harmed in the making of this body.
Crying mercilessly listening to pro-hunting propaganda.
The woman is drenched in the toxic stench of thousands of lives,
insects crawl from beneath her feet.
I decide I no longer wish to be human.