It’s dark, and cold. Where am I?
I find a hall, rough stone under my feet and along the walls.
There is a light, eerie and red.
I can hear a man speaking but I don’t understand what he is saying.
I head towards the light; it feels like a bad cliché.
If I was dead wouldn’t the light be white?
If it was heaven I guess, maybe the light for hell is red.
As I get closer, his voice touches me.
There is a longing in what he says, but I still don’t understand.
I peek in, not to let him notice me.
He is beautiful.
The cave is bathed in a red light that seems to be coming from everywhere and nowhere.
He calls my name and it sounds very inviting, sensual.
As I step into the room I notice I’m wearing a dress that I wouldn’t be caught dead in on any other day, I match the room.
As I approach him, he offers me a drink.
I accept it not realizing that I was thirsty until then.
A rich wine that I have never tasted before.
This man catches me in an embrace, and as his teeth brush my neck a thought rushes to me.
Hell could never feel like this.