Ominous Scent

An ominous breath


on the back of my neck,

corrodes the fuzz.

I drive,

one eye on the rearview.


Waiting for something to unfold,

an evil written;

a chaos foretold.

A song

seeps up from the dirt.

Cacophonic vapor.

A haze of hurt

is birthed.

A scent

more pungent than death.

A calamity

greater than god.

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