There’s probably a scripture
somewhere that references
as some fiery place where bad
souls smolder forever. But for
that, the requirement
death and after that, who cares?
No, you have to be
to take the rides at the devil’s
amusement park. Bring a coat.
turns out brimstone is,
fact, more dry ice than briquette
and even the warmest
cannot escape freeze-over.
When your existence is
of hope, drained dry of belief,
you can stare to the far horizon
and find not a single remnant
~ Smoke by Ellen Hopkins (pg. 73)