By Paul Coleman
Yesterday, I decided to take my own life and I slit my wrist in the bathtub. This morning I woke on the side of an endless road, where stars still reigned in the sky. The blood on my wrists still streamed out of the wounds; leaving a trail along the gravel road I walked until I reached an aging road sign.
The sign read “HEAVEN upstairs (interviews required), HELL downstairs (free entry), welcome to your decision.”
I leaned against the sign, smoking a cigarette whilst I observed the birth and death of a day, never thinking about my destination or my decision to commit myself to Heaven or Hell. In all honesty I just wanted a staircase to show me which way to go; I have never been good at making decisions because the last one landed me in this place.
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