Prompt Day #335: Take a moment to reflect and list the top six things that annoy the hell out of you. Done? Assign each “thing” a singular name or a designated keyword. You now have your levels of Hell, Dante. Write about a character’s descent into the abyss.
Sorry if this offends anyone. It probably will but it is what it is. I hate these things. They make me want to log off Facebook forever. No one is always right. A great lesson to be learned. And no family is perfect, no matter how hard you try to make it look that way to the rest of us. So, I took a page from Dante. But I don’t have the energy to rhyme like him so instead I just said it as cryptically and as snarky as I could and let the chips fall where they may. I only have one left to do and it’s a doozy, my friends. Hang on until tomorrow, if you can still stomach me after this one. Also, you’ll note the strange numbering here. I saved this one since Dante has always been a muse to me. I love his visions of Hell, I love the mythology of Hell and Demons and I think you’ll find these themes in much of my work. Death, Hell, Demons, The afterlife. My big favs. So I wanted to end with Dante and the Deadly sins. Today is Dante, tomorrow for #365: 2 of my favorite sins.
- Anti-Vaxxers/Medical Paranoia: Apple Slingers
- Drama Mongers: ScapeQuotes
- Self-Love via Selfies, Gym Check-ins, and Food Pics: Cult of Narcissus
- Stubborn Ignorance: SeeNoHearNo
- Intolerance in the name of religion: Picken Choosers
- The Perfect Lifers: Pretty Little Liars
Midway in my life’s journey, I went on line
From the norm of my life, I found myself
The star of my own page, a life less divine.
This page, filled with my past
So full of promise, knowledge and friendship
Yet its very memory gives shape to fear and angst
WHAT’S ON YOUR MIND? HOW DO YOU FEEL
WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN? WHAT GOD DO YOU CHOOSE?
WHAT ARE YOUR CHILDREN DOING, IS IT ALL REAL?
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE? ARE YOU HAPPY?
WHO ARE YOU VOTING FOR? ARE YOU SATISFIED IN YOUR MARRIAGE?
IS SOMETHING IN LIFE MAKING YOU SAD?
GIVE YOUR OPINION, SHOW ME THAT YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME
TELL ME WHAT TO THINK, HOW TO FEEL, WHAT TO BELIEVE
ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE.
With a simple touch of an app
I leapt to the page and immediately saw
The lives of others laid out before me in perfect filters
Smiling, empty lives of The Perfect Little Liars
Who hide away their secrets, their pains, their suffering
Here in Hell’s FaceBook, they find no happiness, no pleasure
Their meaningless lives hidden behind the façade of perfect children
Smiling faces mask tears of regret, unfulfilled lives, and envy
Marriages without satisfaction, husbands and wives who feel alone
I scroll past their falseness and onto the next page
Trembling in the air of Hell’s FaceBook
Fearing that which I might find next in those I thought I knew.
Down I went to the second page alone
So much more drama, self-created for the attention
Of those not damned to the bestial moans.
On this page I came to storms of which I had not seen
Dark clouds hid the light from those who hid their true meanings
Behind words of doubt and self-pity
Winds and torrents of words rained down upon them
And they swirled around in tornadoes of their own creation
Unable to put their feet down and move on, instead they hold out hands
Begging for some human kindness that never comes
Because human kindness has turned its back on those
Seeking reassurance over and over until their very need is passé.
I moved on to the next page, for I could not help
Those who would not help themselves
The light brightened and became a glare
So bright I could not see, for all around me mirrors
Mirrors reflecting so strongly, they showed clean through those whose
Shallowness knew only of themselves
They stared unmoving into the blinding light of their own reflections
No longer able to move, or work out at the gym
No longer able to feign kissing the lens of cameras pointed only at themselves
They were unable to look away from their own ugliness
Reflected in the mirrors blinding us all
In the shine of their own self importance
I could no longer see and thus moved on again to yet another page
But here I found no peace, for this page
Was filled with those whose mouths hung open perpetually
Excrement spilling forth in a putrid slush
Because they refused to stop long enough to think and taste
And to know what it is they were polluting the air with
Their ignorance formed a frozen mush of putrescence
That they wallowed in ceaselessly
Never realizing the reek of themselves and their words.
The air sickened me and I had to leave, I scrolled on
On to the next page where those who ran in endless circles
Away from all help offered by modern medicine
Their skin pocked with ulcers and sores from ancient diseases
Long since cured but here help was refused and instead
They grazed like cattle on their greens and herbs
And like cattle they were waiting, waiting with their sickness
Their diseases, parasites, and sores
Waited to be loaded up and follow each other mindlessly to slaughter
I could not help them either because they refused me
Refused the more than a decade’s worth of scholarly learning
To chew their cud and tell themselves they were healthy
Because their friends with no knowledge of the subject
Said they were, said that I would lie for my own good
While spending years and days and hours away just to help them
I moved on for my own good, I left them behind to die
But I still did not find peace, I found instead discrimination
In a warped translation of words dictated a thousand years before
Here there were bodies carrying the load of dead souls within.
Incapable of love, forgiveness, or understanding
Instead, intolerance, hatred and misery
In the name of a God with whom they never bothered to acquaint themselves
The rot inside them leeched out into their environment
And the stench became too much for me to bare.
I moved on. I found nothing upon nothing
Hatred and oppression
And I became despondent.
In my search for humanity I had encountered a mountain
So steep it was monstrous; each ledge like teeth gnashing at me
Until I could see no end in sight
And then a light shown like a beacon
A star on my path home “Log out” it declared.
An answer so simple I had only to heed
The power to save myself from this Hell
Was just a click away, just to be safe
I followed Dorothy and clicked it three times
Home, inside my own mind
Where things make sense, where I can log out of this Hell
And come back again when I am stronger.