City of Salt

I’m on the floor of someplace I’ve never seen, looking at a boot worn by a man I don’t know. The carpet is plush and full, decorated with blue and yellow in swirling patterns. Head aches. Blood in my mouth from when the boot on the man I don’t know kicked me, or where I fell. I don’t know. I can’t remember. I lose time.

Try not to let the blood drip on the carpet. It’s a nice carpet, and I don’t want to ruin it, but the blood drips onto it anyway.

Last thing I remember is the house on the edge of town. Looted. Porch stooped and leaned like a dirty old man. Black windows like black widows. Spider web in the corner of the porch blew in the breeze and I remember thinking “This is good.” I stared at the web for a while. It was caug……