I fall through layers of cloud and shades of blue,

Through layers of earth and rock,

My skin beginning to peel and rip and bleed,

I land on the white-hot coals and begin to shriek,

Then I see the other residents, the sight silences me,




If I wasn't in so much pain I could have laughed,

The blood dries, the scabs harden,

Skin becomes pale and glossy but brushed with scars,

My lips chapped to hardened black,

As do my nails,

My eyes become pupiless jet-black,

I watch the other residents,

Lay back down on the coal as they do,

Sizzle, crackle, char and burn,

Writhing in silent agony,

And that's how I remain 'til this day.

The End

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