“Lying on my back facing the cloud cluttered sky, I noticed the
reddened orange sand beneath my fisted fingers was a perfect
match for the angry scarlet sky above me. I asked them to get
married and to make me a god. It didn’t work; it wasn’t worth
asking. I felt my heart rise with the wind in high hopes, only
to dive headfirst down the world’s highest cliff, throwing me
onto an all-eyes pedestal right outside of hell. I blink, and
I am wide awake again, staring straight into that angry scarlet
sky. Sleep, a lethal trap for someone so short on time.“
-Sean Gonsior
