Get out of the car.
swing out and gasp
exhausted
street haze at night
Moonless and starless night
pavement apathetic
bordering on criminal
scavengers get pulled in
Door swings opens
creaks
Driver in trance
mouth open
1970's datsun
a dead vulture
still flapping its wings under tyre
just nerves though
A muted scream
lips trigger mouth
all open now
terrorfied eyes
Alley way narrow
trash can open and full
smell of terror
Datsun one meter
A rat looks up
jailed youth in its eyes
mold on its furr
scarpers now
The young man is still gobsmacked
Numbskulled and bamboozled
The abyss has looked into him
The brick wall blurrs
The last flap of vulture's wings\
shadows spring from the filth
sprinting toward the derelict shelters
To conjure nightmares
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