Cigarettes Into Heaven

I SMUGGLED CIGARETTES INTO HEAVEN 

and

everyone was wearing off white and looked tired. All the harps and lyres were broken. I had a silver chain garter beneath my stolen robes which chafed my thigh. I wandered for a while, staying close to the fog machines so no one would sense anything amiss. Someone’s nose was bleeding. I wore my loneliness like it was expensive. After a while I was pulled aside and told Hey, you’re not supposed to be here. I asked Says who. The answer was God. 

G-O-D.

Salome Reyna is a writer and multidisciplinary artist. Their work has been published in HAD, Sweet Tooth, and Dirt Child. They're currently working on their first chapbook. You can find them on Instagram @salometheartist, or on their Substack, beauty institutionalized.