badlands

i saw you on your front lawn. the grass was bent down in willful submission underneath bare legs that never needed to learn a damn thing. my world began where the well placed blades crept into your cuttoffs, reaching like so many must have reached. crooked and green. sprinklers fan out like flags, set aflame in spectral colors by the unrelenting sun of man. then you saw me. just a nod and you came. we were all the way into the badlands, by the time everything caught fire and burned. i could hear it screaming, over the pistons pounding, and my blood pumping. but the engine never dies and the brakes don’t work. along ravaged rest stops and hungry diners we prey upon the land and the people and lay waste to everything. destroying whatever is in our path. for no particular reason at all. other than the simple fact that we can.

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