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No Peace
by Elizabeth H. Smith

This is the place we all go. The cursed have nowhere else to be, their damned souls fell deep into the depths they created. We aren’t survivors of our own misery, or victims of some tragedy other than our own lives, only those who chose to be here. Maybe we didn’t know exactly where we’d end up, but our decisions got us here either way.

Now we’re trapped with our own cries for help, lost in the fog of our miserable eyes. We sing to the colorless sky in hopes of being saved, but we aren’t sure anyone is listening.

We are all but forgotten. Maybe we weren’t so unloved, but in the end it didn’t matter. Because in the end, that which we tried to escape was waiting on the other side. It was our grief, our sadness, our unbearable hearts in physical form. It was the very thing from which we ran. The nothingness we looked forward to did not exist.

Here there is only regret. Only suffering. Only ghosts who would never see true light again.

More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
Elizabeth H. Smith is a storyteller who writes while trying to keep her cat, Luna off the keyboard. The musical group, Rasputina is her muse. She was born in the state of New York and would never feel at home anywhere else.