There is no sense in evacuation. It catches up to every living thing fudge slow then cancer fast and there are not enough axes or guns or places to hide. Chained doors torched. Ceilings drip blood. This is like “The Shining” but all at once and not contained but spread and much scarier than menacing animals made of hedges. Once telephones rang hollow and no one was home and the smell was buttered popcorn to rainbow disco sound. Screams were staged candy. Felt like pink and orange giggling with tickle. I do not know what to call this as it creeps bone precision across my attic floor. Apocalypse weighs too metal in my mouth.

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