--
Like Sin in the Dark
(the note on the wall read "hell is other people" but it lied)
--
"yours for a
lifetime,"
she says and pushes herself
up on her forearms
she kisses his chest
just above his
collarbone
and he holds her
tight
"yours for a
moment,"
something sneers;
yellow eyes glow
like sin in the dark
her skin turns to
flame
her hair to ashes
that choke
him as they both
scream
awakening, he
finds her staring at
him, worry
making her shudder
"it's nothing,"
he says
(not sure who needs
convincing)
"just another
dream."
--
"ever been to
hell,
john?" it asks, a
smirk playing
across stolen lips
"don't think
you'll like it"
then blackness
swallows him whole
until no light's
left
a thousand bones are
wrapped around him
like a cage
his mouth is sewn
shut
claws prick under
lids
forcing his eyes
wide open
the better to see
mary burn and dean
bleed out and sammy
ripping
men apart,
black-eyed
"welcome," some
dark thing
hisses, tearing his
weak flesh,
"to eternity."
--
the barks of hounds
fade
he sits in a motel
room
not alone enough
"hey, sport," it
grins from
the opposite bed,
"so how
is death treating
you?"
he recoils in
horror:
"you should be gone—i shot you"
which gets him a
laugh
it leers, "it's
your hell;
and obviously
something's
better than nothing
so when sammy comes
to rescue you, who
knows what
else might just get free?"
his hell is the
waiting,
dreading escape,
while it smiles
and winks, "thanks,
dean-o."