onward

You can't go backwards
You can only go forward
And some thresholds you don't want to cross
But no one ever asks

When we got to heaven
There was no one there
You could tell people had been there at one time
But they had left long ago
And in a hurry
So we picked up a few supplies
That we found laying around
And we left the pearly gates open behind us
Creaking in the breeze
Just like we'd found them

"Where will we go?"
No one knew
"Maybe we should just camp here."
"No. It's too sad."
So we set off into the fog

All the fires in Hell had been doused
The gates were hanging, unhinged
The echoes of wailing had died
It was actually damp and cool
It smelled of mildew

"Where do you think they went?"
"How should I know?"
"We can't go back, can we?"
"I don't know. I just don't know."

Comments

[peefer]

I liked that. Hi Scott.

[Caitlinator]

Wow. That's so surreal.

[scott]

Thanks. I've been rereading my stuff, and I feel a little like a one trick pony. Well, not one trick, maybe six trick. Writing about heaven/God/Hell/Satan from a surreal, nonreligious point of view is definitely something I do often enough to make it feel a little stale to me.

Thanks for reading it though, and thanks for the feedback.

[toadman]

I like this one. There's alot going on in this that goes unsaid.

[Shankari]

Hi! i posted a comment on the next post w/out reading this one. Yes! theres no option but onward.

[Belladonna]

excellent!