ghost campground

Insects, moss, weeds. Kudzu.

(No people.)

Dried leaves collected in fire pits. Cracked, black mold-stained pavement, once built for recreational vehicles. Only a few of the electrical hookups work.

But the shower was still piping hot… and the pressure felt great…

I woke up to pots banging in the middle of the night.
I thought, “why would somebody camp right next to me,” and felt in the dark for my knife.

But I saw no one. Probably just raccoons…
Crickets. And cicadas, rattles timed in waves, overtaking the trees.

Sleep.