The concrete floor is constantly cold against my chest I can’t turn around I piss and shit where I am like I am an invalid the slats in the floor drain it away but the smell stays stinging my eyes my nose, always there like the grunts of my sisters trapped in my ears trapped in our crates with our babies moving inside us. I wonder if they will take them away like they did before. I feel my neighbour her feet touch me when she lays down she is like a stranger. I watch her as she chews the bars her tongue rolls stupidly from her frothy mouth I look into her eye but she is far away lost and helpless she doesn’t move when they come and poke her and kick her and shout at her and throw cold water on her I whisper I tell her maybe this time it will be different that we will walk away.
Marc , this makes me feel embarrassed and shamed to be called a human being .It is a constant weight in my heart and burden that I feel ,knowing that this goes on and is accepted practice .Horrendous brutality ...torture and suffering .These poor animals .Your words said it all .We have made the decision not to be part of this .We wait for others to do the same .
Marc , this makes me feel embarrassed and shamed to be called a human being .It is a constant weight in my heart and burden that I feel ,knowing that this goes on and is accepted practice .Horrendous brutality ...torture and suffering .These poor animals .Your words said it all .We have made the decision not to be part of this .We wait for others to do the same .
don't be ashamed friend because you've made a conscious decision not to be part of this. I just wish I could diffuse the message further
Completely mad or just giving up.
good question
Effectively done pov. Very moving and impactful