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Mar 2022
beneath the Earth
in a fiery pit
with lapping flames
brains and spit
crawling with blood-
******* leaches
it’s at the office
and on the beaches

Hell isn’t
a red-caped devil
with pointed ears
popping blood vessels
he wears jeans
and drives a car
you see at the local bar

Hell isn’t
after death
as you take a last
drawn breath
it’s day after day
getting up
going to work
getting paid
sandra wyllie
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