Black Hole

small wound #56

First Act: black.music

Second Act: black.poetry

Black Hole

The music gives in,
silence settles
just before dawn

while the universe
is still visible


I fall

I fall

I fall


into the black hole,
into the fog,

where darkness listens

ghosts weep,
loneliness sings
the song
playing when you whispered:


“You’re special”


I fall

I fall

I fall


onto a graveyard
of longing,
echoes,
goodbyes,
dead stars

a catacomb,
a coffin,
an epitaph

with your name

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Thank you Ethereal Twilight Poetry, for the inspiration.

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