One Hundred Words About Hell

Hell is an anticlimax
apocalypse eternally postponed
so it’s always there

Hell is an escalator
always going down
teeth waiting to eat
so you must climb forever.

Hell is the black hole in your belly
and here is the event horizon
where your fingers grip the edge.

Heaven would be to let go
fall free forever
but this is Hell
and letting go is impossible.

In Hell the air is viscous.
It fills your throat so you cannot speak
coats your skin a millimetre thick
with plastic so you cannot feel.

Hell is never other people
only your own corruption.

– Paul Duxbury

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