Repercussions

Shit, death is painless. Here among nothing pointed to the cliche of an afterlife, a bright light. He smells nothing. He feels nothing. But he knows he is and that is enough to give him confidence as images from his life begin to bombard him. Birth, bloody mess that was, mother- white with exhaustion and …

Exile

He is a monster of a man wrapped in heavy chain and shackled at the wrists and ankles. He has been dressed in a frayed orange jumpsuit. He sits in a glass box. There are hundreds of other glass boxes filled with criminals. The screaming and crying and scrape of chair against cement and clang …