October 5, 2020.

the black hell out back the pit stop where I seen the dog chaw on trash from the hole in the dirt with the mold crawl from its jaws and the sick and pain it howls and I lose my keys and I look see the old man's eyes shine from the waste land I taste sick the chain link stops me from the road and I'm in it and he breathe and feel it down my neck my spine and I howl my leg caught in the barbs and his eyes shine on me and then he's here