Hell

A Modern Tragedy

[2020]

You’ve reached The North Pole.

You’ve been spotted by something horrid lurking the snow and melting glaciers.

You blink.

You’re bleeding. 

You don’t feel any pain. 

Where is your God?

You begin to fade off.

What do you regret?

You regret nothing.

You’re leaving the fear behind.

Many of us have died. There are less of us now. The World has changed. It has yet to sink in. We have to come to terms with the greatest lie of all time but it’s not registering because it’s a lie. 

How will you choose to cope with this lie?

I’m resigned to sadness.

I have no answer.

I wish to leave.

Please…

You have begun to scream. Tears stream warmly against your cheek in protest.

It’s raining and dark, there’s a house at the bottom end of the block with several dogs and a young owner. Tori lives a few houses up. She took something from me laughing and promised to return it when she’s done.

Then I blinked and I was there, in the front cab of a large vehicle. We were entering an elevator. A tiny elevator with thick glass windows on the sides and looking out in the front. Out upon the vast ocean that we towered above. The lift was rising and we entered several other lifts of the exact scale and variety. We kept rising, and when we reached the top we exited the vehicle and there was food, and soda machines. But it was the view. The endless view of the ocean that surrounded us. We had reached the highest point on earth. The top of the world. There was no way down.

No escape.

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