The black hole has got a headache
swallowing all this light is making her uneasy
emptiness is infecting
eating flesh like a worm
It feels like she’s stayed up to watch bad dreams
The black hole is squirming like a dog in a sack
gnawing at the space
screaming with white eyes
There’s no rumble in the stillness
the silence murdered the roaming ghost
The black hole is feeding a parasite
glued to the core
sucking the vacuum
like the dry veins are its own territory
making her fidget and restless
The black hole is drifting away from itself
dissolving shrinking, fading
clinging to life with blue fingertips
soaked in the waste of an erred explosion
the black hole drifts on
it drifts on.