Oct 6, 2024
[The door creaks open, and burnt bacon fills the air. On the counter, a pie oozes, its filling like tar. A milkshake swirls, its pink turned sickly gray. Steak sizzles, too red, dripping into the flames. Eggs arrive, their yolks dark, tiny eclipses. Fries twist, blackened and brittle, crunching loudly. The coffee is sludge, bitter enough to sting. Burgers bleed, buns wet and collapsing fast. Pancakes sit cold, syrup congealed like amber. Your stomach turns, but the night has only just begun.]