Black Lightning.Down by the water again. The old pier... solid 1800’s stonework. Feels safer somehow. It’s not. Used to drink whiskey for the taste, expensive bottles of scotch. A goddamn connoisseur. Now it’s just for the burn and the fog in my head. Fuck, wait, this isn’t even whiskey. Don’t know what the hell this is. Stole it from the back of some guy’s truck. Could be gasoline for all I care. Last time I saw a human being and I stole his hooch. Fuck it. Dark reeds hug the shoreline. Swaying. The motion turns my stomach. Too quiet around here. Used to think the calls of the night-birds were creepy. Ha. When was the last time I heard a normal bird or animal, even in the daytime? Guess they can’t survive on that shit out there, or they’ve migrated somewhere. People have migrated too, but there’s no-where to go.
Same stories on the news from everywhere, before the TV went out. First it was some black shit growing over grain crops. Some kind