black hole

by Brigid McCarthy

luck is sharp and biting here
i'm surrounded by all my fears
we mourn thermal entanglement

stars are forgotten.
i am molten
whilst souls are stretched

in the end
we are all running from the same death...
or maybe running towards the same death.

breaths twist inside throats while milk spills on retinas
as i give in.  as we all give in.

against gravity, you fly away
and though i try real hard i can't remember your face
my poor brain sputters and smokes

in the end
we should have set free our desires...
why didn't we set free our desires

breaths twist inside throats and white milk spills on retinas
as i give in.  as we all give in.

breaths twist inside throats and white milk spills on retinas
as i give in.  as we all give in