25 December, 2016

Black Hole

Nature spilled her grief tonight,
giant, wet, and cold.
Earth's babies hid.
My shoes left an indent in her skin,
and a part of her came home with me.

I tried to leave her at the door,
I tried to shake her off,
as she clung with drops,
and kept raging in
my head.

Try as I must to shut her off
she twisted my every cell,
and the black hole
dug deep into
my core.

I disappeared into no more.

Copyright Denise A White

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