Journal
16 July 2014
hollywood hills, night
Just now, out my window, I'm certain I heard a pack of coyotes. They do live around here, in the hills.
I swear I heard them eating something, killing it. There was barking & howling & it filled the neighbourhood. It rose from the earth, spiraling into the sky like a dust-storm. Then, there was this screaming. This inhuman, animal scream coming up from something's gut. Coming up from something's terror.
