The Birth of a Black Hole

The sun, hissing my name, called me forth

My day of reckoning, brought alive by charred pavements

A sun-smog that told a certain half-truth

I, imbibed, embalmed, stepped into the world

And let it dictate my oblivious rest

A sleepwalk into myself, and him:

A smirk. ‘’Do you believe in

Your right to rule the world?

In self disclosure? In paradise?

Do you believe in hurting each other?

Do you believe it would feel good?

Is it the quenching of a celestial thirst,

Or is it an absence of God?’’

In the flashes of primordial truth

Glimpses of your inner composition

The material that strings you together and

Clumsily staples the frayed ends,

I saw a scared child. You had not slept

For twenty-four hours; I tagged along for coffee.

I had suddenly seen the sky, wide-eyed,

And wondered where I went wrong

As to be here with you, as opposed to feeling eternity

In some corner of the formless cosmos

In your careless caressing of my thigh,

I felt an enormity of nothing. A renunciation

Of a boundless expanse, the birth of a black hole

Within my chest. It was being nursed on the hate I devoured

I wanted to spit you out of my solar system and make a run for it…

It’s alright. I know how to lie, I know how to smile

I am a woman; I know how to make myself believe

That you are all I ever wanted

Unwavering sleep, which I forge out of depths of my own hell Gingerly lies, to all but self. Putrid kennel, ‘Dare I join the beasts?’ Is but a question to all whose hearts, it beats Tender night, to v

Sweet shrewd prince, unrun, do stay I’m left chasing the last word of my sentences I would, I would but I'm too drunk to address it Effortless, you drip with honey and tar Enough of it to leave me won

To live is to see yourself In the midst of a tsunami wave Bound to take it all away and all your head can do Is process your leaving, you You uttered the imminent And said you’ve decisively decided to