Half of Hell

by Brad Rose

Between a rock and a hard place, just like everybody else. At least I’m behind the times, more punk than goth. As the scientists race neck and neck to solve the mind/body problem, I realize I don’t understand gravitational waves. Running away from itself, the universe expands, faster and faster. Pain travels at 1.3 miles an hour. Only half of hell is for sale.


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