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Purgatory

  • Writer: Jacy Bledsoe
    Jacy Bledsoe
  • Nov 29, 2020
  • 2 min read

I notice an aurora of light comes creeping towards my half-being, and once contact is

made with the luminescence, it vanishes as if it was never even there. Pressure is

applied to my shoulders, and I'm being dragged down a hallway as beautiful as can be,

whiter than the winter snow, and more colossal than any man could translate. We come to a

stand-still and I am being placed in line, there is an intersection at the front, each

way with a bizarre path. As the line proceeds I follow those in front like a herd of sheep.

Even when I stall, it feels as if I'm being forced to move. Finally at the center, my

mind goes blank. Is there a choice, is it a test of chance? One of the trails in particular

caught my eye, my sight said clouds, happiness, and love, so I steadily made my way

towards the trail, once i enter, the unthinkable happened. The clouds moved apart, the happiness turned into regret, and the love became a burning rage nothing could vanquish. I plunge directly down, and gravity becomes my enemy, light becomes my enemy, existence is now against me. The bottom is a scorching abyss of sin and the cries of those who disobeyed and disrespected. This is not a dream, this is a nightmare of unquestionable pain. The river of fire flows into a universe that is not comprehensible to any human mind. It is a place of fear, a place of relentless hurt, a place where mercy is none, and emotions do not exist. All that is heard are the cries of the damned, you don't see a detail in the slightest, and all you smell is charred flesh. You sit in agonizing and unrealistic fear, meanwhile not realizing......we're still falling. You hit the bottom, and eyes are opened cautiously, the ground seems to be dirt, the sky is crimson, and it feels like earth. Though this is not Earth, this is anything BUT Earth. This is what I have been dropped into for all of eternity, an oblivion, a false hope, purgatory....


Original Creation - 12/26/2011

 
 
 

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