She was having that dream where she was looking everywhere for the correct script. Under the coke machine? Not there.
Heading down from here.
Sewers, eww! The underbelly of society itself. The discarded, the disorganized. They can go to Sh-t Hell for all she cares. Up again.
And up again.
Doors open. Her mother giving birth to her. Top of the head appears. No red hair atall. She quickly hits close.
She was looking for her father to speak to him in heaven, for surely that’s where he is. Being a martyr to the cause and all. But there was no door to heaven on this elevator. Only the red place.
She had missed the portal. At the end of the sewer where you have to wade through the most sh-t to get to. The highest is found in the lowest.
Sunklands 