Dead And Gone
Poppy's Prompt #5
You left your paint stains
on my sill when you fled
Now it's all that remains
it erodes in my head
The wind blows it around
spattering the words that you said
I'm at its mercy
as the remnants descend
I wrote down my feelings
trying to release any hope
I signed and I sealed it
in an old envelope
I made my way to the store
to purchase some soap
Grabbed a stamp from the drawer
the punchline to this joke
Threw it into the mailbox
for the postman to gather
put an end to this paradox
and this time, it's forever
I power washed any sign
that you were ever around
reclaimed what was mine
scraped it onto the ground
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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.
By Matthew Curtis7 days ago in Humans
Comments (6)
This is so evocative and powerfully written. My favourite lines: "Grabbed a stamp from the drawer the punchline to this joke"
love the purge...done it myself
"power washed any sign" - wow! Good poem!
Oooo, that power washed part was my favourite! Loved your poem!
That is one way to make one feel better over issues of the heart.
Problem solved! lol Great poem, Kelli!