'In Explanation of the Disappearance' - The Rupture

What wakes us? A simple thirst. 

Hurrying through the blacknight, we catch sight of each other, the flash of baby teeth in headlights and streetlights, desire in the smacking of lips. And the alligators, the green glint of their eyes, wet pebbled skin, we see them in the culverts and manmade lakes and finally in the river by which they made their way to our city—by which we tracked them. They pay us no mind, not at first. The alligators came from the east, flowing like runoff down the path of least resistance, gathering trash as they came. 

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