COWS

by Matthew Stokoe

Steven did not bring the sun, a clearing away of this daily torment - his own goals consumed him too entirely - but he was a separate flow of life, a flow into which she could jump and be carried away from her own, thudding back to shore only when she was too tired to stay away from herself.

Whoa dude. Deep

What did it matter if they loved each other or not as long as each could be used as a screen against the world?