Black Holes

What drives this body?
What is this force
inside me?
It’s pushing me
it’s pushing me away,
from innocence,
from love.
It’s pushing me
it’s pushing me away,
from you.
It’s something like a hunger.
Maybe it’s a lack in my soul.
Maybe a black hole sits
at the centre
of each of the galaxies that all of us are.
Grabbing
pulling
devouring all the stars,
all the light,
around,
inside,
and between us.
I have become a weapon
that I cannot control
because I can I must and will
consume and never have my fill.


~MStJ