Red Shelves
Death is a black hole.
Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
Comments (17)
Fabulous work!
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How'd you get so much pathos into moisturising?
You so so much deeper than skin deep with this one. Powerful writing, as always.
Yep. We could be as pretty as lovely roses...heart is just as frail. Still we lubriderm away. kudos
What a pivot you created with the last line! Nicely done!
Ooo, killer last line!! Well done, Nitty!!
right! Sometimes, it just hurts.
ouch...masterful. So much in so few words...impressive and so much truth to it. Well done, Buddy!
Hmmm... I felt it
Ha love it!! 💌
Of course it does, silly! Lotion doesn't work like that. Try glue 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Jokes aside, I loved this so much!
Superbly expressed and loved it!!!♥ ♥ ♥
Nicely done and great entry!
Yes! So good!
Ah ha, I saw yours and did one. Good one, Cathy!!
Ooo I like this, lots going on in so few words. Thank you for joining!