Hell Is Indigo and Grey

The mention of Hell

Brings visions of scarlet reds,

Bronze waves.

Infernal heat that evaporates

Every trace of liquid

Just before reaching parched lips,

Sandpaper tongues.

Staggering and endless, blistering miles

More misery

More sorrowful souls.

Glowing crimson embers replace familiar dirt and stone.

Tangled barbed wire

Perched on rusted wrought iron fences.

Gritty sunbaked eyes

A reminder of salty waves meeting earth.

Brittle skin

Like a serpent's outgrown layers.

Flesh ablaze with reds and pinks

From a foreign Sun mourning unrequited love.

But Hell is indigo and grey,

Everything and nothing.

Waves of immeasurable winds

Challenging me.

Daring me to come crashing down to earth.

Bone shattering frost and indigo pools of water

Taunt my unquenchable thirst

Despite my arid state.

Offerings of nourishment

On polished silver.

My stomach heaves and wretches

With attempts to soothe starvation.

Gutteral cries of desperation from aching souls,

Muted in the isolation of

Detchached grey and deluded indigo.

Concrete walkways are raw, solid.

Menacingly grey.

White picket fences release rotting boards

Too heavy a burden

Among the piercing, obsessive indigo.

Colorless monsoon rains from moody eyes.

Waves of nothing

Falling silently into everything.

A curse of reckless yawning.

Sleep doesn't live here anymore.

Flesh like raw chicken skin.

Mysterious indigo bruises

Appear out of inhospitable air,

Polka dotting arms and legs of weak grey.

Startlingly

Massive, dense doors only meant for entering become liberation.

There is no catch.

I am free to leave Hell's howling, glacial winds.

Permitted to warm my wintry heart,

Feel it's pulse striking my ribs.

To love with such force

Color is startled into unresponsive limbs

and cheeks.

Just run.

With ashen sophistication

Brittle bones and wintry heart are willed

Back into uninhabitable tundra.

Intuitive Indigo blizzards.

The wind breathes

In deathlike muted grey.

"I'm so glad you stayed."