A man walks in a parking lot at night.
Noticing footsteps, he turns to greet me.
His eyes are tired, but his smile is bright.
I see the yellow in all of his teeth.
It becomes clear something is very wrong,
scalp clinging to what remains of his hair.
His skin is pallid, his lashes all gone,
a garbage bag jumpsuit needing repair.
He'd caught it from an old clayground playmate,
every moment a waking nightmare,
the man was now in a similar state;
Contagious madness, and he'd like to share.
And that's all the visitor information.
Come find me should you have any questions.