Something Sweet

The afterlife is awful
When it comes to world-building.
Just look at this washed-out mess,

This overexposed film strip—
Is it heaven? Is it hell?
Is it a desert planet?

Who could tell? The light’s too bright,
The details blurred and faded.
This could be sand or concrete.

The sky has no horizon.
There are shapes on the distance.
Maybe they could be people.

They’re moving, or seem to be,
But too far for signs or calls
To reach wherever this is.

There’s no sense of touch or smell.
Literally unnerving,
But, thanks to that, there’s no pain.

So now what? Eternity
Or some kind of storyline?
Wait—there’s a taste. Something sweet.