You just can’t win.
You feel it before you see it, The Black Dog – the Cimmerian demon with baleful breath, diminishing the light wherever it tracks…
The size of a large calf, its footfalls are silent – the portents of death hidden behind caliginous evil.
It squeezes into the soul.
You know it because he scrunches your stomach into a tight paper-ball and forces it out through your anus.
Then you’re a goner…
You just can’t win