Logan Brosemer's "Hell on earth" is about trauma that refuses to fade. The speaker begins by saying most people imagine hell as an abstract place, then claims to know it firsthand. What makes it frightening is that it "looked just like earth." The poem describes a night of terror, with monsters, hours of hiding, and brothers who throw a knife at the speaker's feet and tell them to end it. The poem doesn't explain what actually happened, so it's unclear how much was real and how much was in the speaker's mind.
The repeated line "One solar rotation since that point" works like a drumbeat, counting a year that hasn't brought healing. The speaker admits they lied about being fine, still sees the visions, barely sleeps, and says things are "so much worse right now." The mood is raw, exhausted, and honest. The unfinished last line, trailing off at "Hell on earth," makes it feel as though the speaker is still trapped inside it.