She drove Earth’s final causeway.
Wheels pulverizing yesterdays fragmented bones
A blazing orb hung low in the sky
Dante’s porchlight.
A solitary signal flashed red,
red meaning stop, red meaning hell.
And the bone dry retina of her eye
could see, to horizon and beyond,
many apples,
far, far, too many…
rotten to the core.
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