Hell

A Modern Tragedy

[2020]

There was no way down.

No escape.

My eyes closed and I could hear her breathing deeply. She was moaning when I found myself along the winding road at the desert mountain peak. An empty twisting path dusted with red clay, ancient rocks and succulent plants overlooking the dead sea in the horizon. Here there was a small store that I would frequent along the road by the shore. Carpets were placed in the sand and the ocean was a deep indigo blue. The sky had vanished. This was part of the Moon.

I’m looking up at the sky spinning.

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