#haleyincarnate

a gunshot rings out clear in the middle of the day and the bison go extinct. again. we only have the one story that we tell over and over. so I step out of steel toed boots and slice open the still warm carcass of an animal that should have been protected. I should have been protected. but we wild girls who have a love like the plains- vast, open - are left to grow our hearts untamed. and is it a wonder that we grab onto the first soft thing we come across? we take and we slaughter and we are never taught how to conserve. two girls out west and one slides into the body of the other to survive. this was never about cowboys. it’s always been about the queer kind of love we let expansion destroy.