Hell

Date: 9/9/2017

Took the bus to the left. Floods on the mountains. Washing the busses away. Everyone competing for space. Trying to come up from the bottom. At the top, trying to not be killed or knocked down. Roommates all piled on floor. Drugs and drugs and sex and making out, and spitting on the people below. I feel compassion. I want to help people survive. Grandpa laying down by the broken glass. Sitting at a table. Some masked figures come in to take over. Grandma tells me and my sister to hide under the tablecloth. Then she has her people shoot those people with machine guns. I see it all peeking out from under the table. Cruelty just to be cruel. Who can be cruelest. Nightclubs where men try to trip women who have to cross the floor. Roommate with burns around her mouth. Going off with a guy. I try to stop her. His roommate tries too. And we both say well I tried. Lying down. Different magazines. The little girl only wants readers digest and goes back to her room. Lying on my back, holding up magazine. All bondage. Hanging bondage. The women around me are all tied and hanging too. But they wish they were the women in the magazines New York basements crowded with people. Everyone pressed against the walls, being whipped. Cheyenne