Hell


The howls of pain.
Skin is peeling.
The liquids of my eyes evaporated
As my eyes slowly melt
And
Run down my face like tears.
Cornea.
Iris.
Pupil.
A futile scream escapes my lips.
A screech stabs my ears.
My teeth quiver and shake.
Yet,
This is only the beginning.
I should have listened.

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A description of one’s experience in Hell.