When Hell is Full

When Hell Is Full** Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing, leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth— like a can of Grace corned beef with stale onions, drizzled with oil; it was tolerable at the time. Years have passed, yet those thoughts still send chills down my spine. I utterly detest those moments when the pain won’t let go. Just as I was about to turn the key, He walks toward the elevator, the same old walk heading to that all-too-familiar place. Vulnerability is weakness; voodoo may offer only fleeting relief. Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing, and a scorned wife never forgives—it’s a viper’s sting. The dead cannot rest easily, knowing what they have done. Forgiveness carries a hefty price!! and it’s dark. The living will move forward, while the dead will roam this earth for eternity When hell is full.