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

About Mark Egge

Two truths and a lie: Mark Egge is an outdoor enthusiast, opera singer, and a transportation data scientist. He lives in Bozeman, Montana.
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