What if hell

Was just
The absolute accumulation
Of all my worst behavior
Petty slights and jealousies
A mountain of bad words
A lifetime of hoarding
Or worse
All those ugly
Secret sins
The ones with names too defaced to utter
Aloud
Nightmares disguised as revenge
Rank unfaithfulness

Now turned on me
Alone
So the one abiding feeling
Is the keenest kind of pain–
Empathy
For all my own victims

What if hell itself
Is just a
Clumsy promenade
Of all the shoes i failed to walk in
For the miles
The endless miles
Of pain

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