We are nothing. Not even shit to them. I feel like a compliant sitting duck. They will tie me to a tree and slap me until my eyes have shut closed. Fuck me like a claw mark stains the deep woods camp. Now starving down there in their radiation holes. Dust and screams in trauma’s sorrow of the dark house far away.  I slept in the backseat of the car and now we were far away again. He could find me here and tremble.