To A Collapsing Star:
I know now how it feels like when your own mass collapses under your own gravity. Tell me, doesn’t it feel like your innermost core replaced by an ominous, black core and the whole mantle pieced into black gears? I swear I can feel them now. The whole body crumbling around a black core asymmetrically located on the left side of the body. But to think, black holes are beautiful.
Look forward to the future.
Loneliness turns to cynicism?
That’s the way the human crumbles.
I was shining bright once.