My InfernoA Poem by Chris DominguezMy interpretation of Dante's Inferno. I wrote about the sixth round of hell and my guide is my pet rat rascoAs we walked through the gates of lower hell, I saw this vast open space with the ground sticking to my feet. Oh my, that putrid smell! From where I stood I identified what looked like pounds of torn flesh. It disturbed me more 5 to see it on these pikes where they were hooked. When my gaze fell upon the blighted ground, I saw that the sticky terrain was melted flesh. In disbelief to what my eyes found, for my mind was still trying to accept 10 the fact that I was actually wandering through hell. While my mind started to defect, I pushed my way through the excess flesh, to where the sinners were held. I saw aligned rows of chairs, with mirrors showing the thresh 15 of sinner’s shame.Taking my eyes away from lights that were held on the mirror, illuminating the guilty’s sins, I saw what gave me the frights. Their arms fused to the table in front, burned into their skin giving off a scent 20 so amiss. Aside from the smell, they grunt and arch their spine where the pain dived deeper to where they sat. Their asses reduced to nothing like the bones of the reaper. Aside from their skin being burned away, 25 a devil-like-creature was shredding the rest of their skin and told them, “it will be okay.” It was hard to make my eyes go astray, but then I came to realize where the smell and flesh originated from down the way. 30
of the sinner's head, what my eyes saw was the same face, distorted and black.
“these sinners are people who in life were 35 two-faced, godforsaken people who rightly
and were never truly themselves around anyone, so they shall be perceived.
and the other is the demon hidden within.” My knowledge learned in hell, turned into a treacle
With this being hard for me to absorb fully, I went ahead and asked the question like a sluth. 45
if they cannot witness its atrocity? And who are those creatures within the space?” He replied. “You see all the dog-like-demons behind those sinners? They are called Kitsune. 50 Aside from tearing skin off these cretin,
have their heads turned one hundred and eighty degrees around, so that they can see just
are what they are.” In the distance I heard the sound of a clock striking three chimes snugly
the heads of the manic sinners and turn their heads inch by inch in order to make 60
it was one thing, but the snap and crack of their neck made everything in my being
and as I started to roam, one sinner 65 started to call out to me who looked like a hound.
To be wandering around here. I’m Clementine Don’t you remember me from your s****y
in the same vicinity with her two-facedness, and that is when Rasco gave me an interesting
All you have to do is ask the demons, Whisper to them and you can even the score. 75
to melt into the chair and desk with shear
that I had to cover my own ears. 80 The thrill of it all made me feel delightful.
enough time in the sixth round. It was time to leave, so to the next round we went.© 2015 Chris DominguezAuthor's Note
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AuthorChris DominguezMorton Grove, ILAboutMy name is Chris i like writing short narratives and poems in my free time. more..Writing
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