"People have got it wrong.
There's probably a scripture
somewhere that references
hell
as some fiery place where bad
souls smolder forever. But for
that, the requirement
is
death and after that, who cares?
No, you don't have to be
alive
to take the rides at the devil's
amusement park. Bring a coat.
Turns out brimstone is,
in
fact, more dry ice than briquette
and even the warmest
hearts
cannot escape freeze-over.
When your existence is
emptied
of hope, drained by dry of belief,
you can stare to the far horizon
and find not a single remnant
of love."
-Ellen Hopkins, Smoke
