It Swallows

Eyes, like galaxies unravelling.

Breath caught in collapse -

"I~ris," the void coos,

slick as spilt oil,

hungry like time.

-

"Azathoth," I cut back,

sharp, jagged,

the way burnt toast tastes.

"You rang?"

-

"Come, child."

It drips.

Blabbers.

"Eggs crack easier than stars -

and why?

Entropy spreads,

but butter…

always lands face down.

Time, lies, heat death,

morning breakfast."

-

"Talking about loss?"

I interrupt.

A clean break in the chaos.

"What do you know of it?"

Eyes flicker.

Galaxies dim,

strangled by dust.

"Loss," it sighs.

"Kettles left screaming.

Toast forgotten, burnt black.

Your first kiss -

which I already ate."

-

I sit, knees to chest.

My stomach aches -

and all I crave is eggs.

-

The void laughs,

its voice a bitter brew.

"Moron," I whisper back.

-

And somewhere,

through the cracks,

it swallows.

.