When Nobody Gets You But Your Online Friends

A pack of wolves descends upon

The injured doe, devouring

All they can reach, the meat which they

Find ever so empowering.

Behind the pack, one wolf holds back

And types into its phone

“I’m vegan and my family’s like totally weird

“Hashtag wolf, hashtag lone.”


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