a glutton for more

i've become a black hole,

a stardust glutton gorging myself

on crumbs of praise

floating in rings around dead planets and

obsolete satellites posing as suns.

i.consume.it.all.

with gustatory glee

shoveling every morsel into my oblivion–

the pain

the drudgery

the fake smiles

the jealousy

the dreams and what-ifs,

my appetite is end l e s s

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and then i sense it...

chum in the water, subtle at first,

an inky depth brushing along my ragged periphery

with a ravenous hunger set to devour,

and i recognize you for what you are.

oh how your vastness matches my own

your cravings a mirror to mine

but our damage is unwilling to bow.

the heavens weep as we collide,

both broken and bruised,

misguided in our lust for dominance.

even the stars burn with shame, eye witness to

the suffering on these celestial battlegrounds.

yet as we roil and rage,

the darkness starts to bleed away bit by bit,

ribbons of hurt and neglect unraveling

to expose our tattered souls

beaten but still a spark within.

for a moment there is such profound stillness,

no past, just the now stretching in every direction as we lie bare,

and it does not end in destruction.

your grief begins to heal me.

each rift and wound filled with understanding

molding me into something altogether transformed

as I'm mending you in tandem

until we're an amalgamation

radiating brilliance through our scars,

forged anew in a crucible of salvation.

because together,

we are supernova.