God it fucking pisses me off the way people treat animals. Not just farm animals but cats and dogs, too. Thousands of strays are brought to the pound and euthanized every day just because no one adopted them yet and the pound needs to clear room for the next influx of strays. Fuck people! Animals have feelings, emotions, fears and joys, relationships! What the fuck is so hard to understand about that, or is everyone really as fucking heartless as it seems?! Compassion is rare, and I mean true compassion, and as biased as this may sound, I think veganism is a big indicator. Fuck the humanists who don't extend shit past their own species. Why are humans the only creatures so special? The only things that separate us from much of the animal kingdom are our capacities to think and communicate, but we don't euthanize (much less exploit) our mentally handicapped just because we don't want to deal with them! HOW FUCKING OBVIOUS CAN IT BE? ALL SENTIENT BEINGS DESERVE THE SAME. THERE IS NO WAY AROUND IT OTHER THAN BLATANT PREJUDICE OR FUCKING HEARTLESSNESS, AND BECAUSE I AM INCLINED TO BELIEVE IT'S THE LATTER, I HAVE NO FAITH IN HUMANITY.

Missing Pig

He haunts me like the strange piano down front in biology. I was sitting cross-legged in my parents' bedroom the last time I saw him, sorting my clean clothes from my brother's. He crawled into my lap with his droopy head and sat with me until it was time to go. He knew he was saying goodbye.

I am so, so sorry I left.

All Delighted People

Everyone's a monster, myself included, thinking I'm more deserving of any consolation than the rest. No one thinks about morality or right and wrong. They just take for granted the values their upbringings instilled in them. No one thinks about the other. No one cares about anyone who's not as unhappy as they are.

The sun was born, so it shall die.

The snow is just another veil for the dirt. I know that darkness will find me. I am softer than the rest. I am giving up. My only purpose of being here is to stay a bit longer.

My Mother's Friend

my mother
had a schoolfriend
she shared the war with

my mother
looked after her friend
in the ghetto

she laid her out
as though she was dead
and the Gestapo overlooked her

in Auschwitz
she fed her friend snow
when she was burning with typhoid

and when
the Nazis
emptied Stuthof

they threw
the inmates
onto boats in the Baltic

and tried
to drown
as many as they could

my mother
and her friend
survived

in
Bayreuth
after the war

my mother’s friend
patted my cheeks
and curled my curls

and hurled herself
from the top
of a bank.


by Lily Brett

Fed up. So fed up. People are hopeless. Life is miserable. I want to die.

If Pig can't fight it, I can't either.