kaitlyn hickmann

Abducted by Veganism

I write to you from a commune I am unsure I’ll ever escape. My skin has taken on a pale green palor from all the spinach I am forced to eat and I have not seen an egg for years. Looking back, I feel nothing but shame. I should have been better prepared. I should have been safer. I should have sprinted the opposite direction the very first time I heard the word “vegan.”