Today, I arose with the black sun and flung into space crying out with space dust filling my deflating my lungs.

And as I clawed against the narrow edges of an unknown place full of dark matter and all my terrors, I cried.

I cried for the times I wasn’t cared for and all the times I could’ve died with Jupiter’s rings tied around my throat.


Today, I arose with the black sun and started to fade to illuminating dust.

I was no longer atoms or the empty space I had longed to go away.

I am bright. I am radiant.  I am something you cannot  touch. I will slip through your fingers when you try to break me and claim it was love.