Hell is midwest suburbia.
Hell is driving on pothole ridden streets past strip mall after strip mall.
Hell is a neighborhood right next to a car dealership and another strip mall.
Hell is being reliant on a car to travel somewhere within walking distance.
Hell is no sidewalks as far as the eye can see.
Hell is having to drive everyday when you hate driving more than anything.
Hell is being in an endless loop of payments you hate making for a car you hate driving.
Hell is shopping under the harsh fluorescent lights of the Walmart.
Hell is car centric infrastructure.
Hell is a neighbor asking you to pay them back for the cup of sugar you borrowed.
Hell is late stage capitalism.
Hell is American individualism.
Hell is corporatocracy.
Hell is declaring that food and water are not a human right.
Hell is a newer strip mall open next to the older strip mall on the verge of closing.
Hell is a strip mall.
Rip into my chest cavity with a carving knife.
Remove my innards.
Take my heart in your hand.
Show it to me, still beating.
Eat it.
Use it to sustain you.
Once you've had your fill, leave the rest.
I have served my purpose.