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| Entering the Lake of Fire
Janet Kuypers 8/17/15 I’ve been taken away. It’s against my will. But I’m told it’s for the best, and I always do what I’m told. I look out the window, see a smattering of lights, wonder where this tube is taking me. On first glance, it looks like every other place. Every place, except my home. I’ve had to gently place all of my dreams, my creations into this pristine box as tall as the tallest skyscrapers, then bury it deep in my chest, where all I love becomes a memory. I don’t know what my destination will look like, in the dead of night, when I arrive. Everyone tells me I’ll love it there. But an acclimated prisoner is still a prisoner. I look in the mirror, try to gain my bearings. My hair is starting to curl from the heat and it makes me wonder if I’m Medusa with snakes coming out of her head - and here I am, tying to straighten my hair, so people might not be so afraid of me, so I might not turn everyone who turns my way into stone. But Medusa here has dreams, creativity is crushed when I hide my heart, buried in that box of gems, never to sparkle again with a lack of light, or, the right light. I know carrying past traumas has always been my secret skill, but Pandora here gave me a ball and chain that drags at my ankle and stutters my step. For now I’ve closed the box as tall as the sky and my only choice is to enter Pandora’s Box, where all of the evils of the world will follow me wherever I go. |
