by Chris Bullard
Hell is the new black.
Everyone is going there,
so plan a visit in winter.
The chill on your face
will almost make you feel alive.
Enjoy a view of the abyss.
Fire is coming toward you,
but its progress is slow.
Snow on the river of flames
creates a lovely mist.
Put on a costume and wear horns.
The locals will insist
that you join their games.
Dance and laugh
like you will never sleep again.
You won’t miss your comforts.
We cater to the western lifestyle.
You will find many
of your fellow countrymen
are enjoying a stay here, too.
It’s like you never left home,
which makes sense
after you spent your life
trying to make wherever
you came from the same as Hell.
Chris Bullard is a native Floridian who lives in Philadelphia, PA. He received his B.A. in English from the University of Pennsylvania and his M.F.A. from Wilkes University. Finishing Line Press published his poetry chapbook, Leviathan, in 2016 and Kattywompus Press published High Pulp, a collection of his flash fiction, in 2017. His work has appeared in recent issues of Leveler, Muse/A Journal, The Woven Tale, Nimrod, Cutthroat and The Offbeat.
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