Black Hole
She was created the day two stars collided. Her kiss was black and beautiful. She used to say, love was like smoke and fire which filled her lungs, deadly yet meaningless. In the moment of his death, he looked into her golden eyes. And as he saw both -The universe’s birth and death- he knew, life was nothing but a pill the gods swallow to feel, better about themselves, as they dance through the darkness, deep, in the