Did they tell you Inferno was made from glass?
Clear as truth turned upside down
You can see through to the bottom of the world
An everywhere that exists below your feet
Inferno is suspended like a glass cage
Moving with the swirl of the earth
A honeyed place for those happy to escape death
By looking down at eternity turning into emptiness
Some go mad because of the transparency
The secrets of the core should not be known
To those that can’t comprehend it
But some find the punishment of Inferno
Better than life itself where glass is more like mirrors
Now there is no need to pretend meaning
Inferno has opened up the endless, the beginningless
All to understand that if the glass cracks you are finally free
Chariklia Martalas is a Philosophy, Politics, English and History graduate from the University of the Witswatersrand in Johannesburg, South Africa. She is currently pursuing a post-graduate degree in philosophy. Her work has been featured in Rigwelter Press, The Raw Art Review, Loch Raven Review, Drunk Monkeys, Dear Damsels, Bewildering Stories and the undergraduate literary journal The Foundationalist, among others.
