In a dark little corner of my dark little heart
A small pink light resides
I call it glitter because it shines
My outer shell is quiet and dark
Never telling, always still
Then one day I saw him
Sitting there
My eyes had done too much
I sat and cursed them in my mind
The glitter in my heart began to dance
Began to make my eyes lock
Staring at this man
I called on the darkness of my heart
Forcing it to dim the light
Thank goodness for the dark
Regaining control and dimming the light
My eyes unlocked and returned
The man looked briefly
To my surprise
This place was done
I cursed my glitter and got right up
I forced my legs and eyes and heart
To leave behind any possibility
Of a glittery destiny
About the Creator
Lily
Writer, Teacher Assistant, creator and believer in the law of attraction
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 Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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