black

it’s like the universe is bottled in a glass jar

and i eat my way down to its bottom at my usual 3 am’s

licking my fingertips as i turn the next page of my book

i pick another jar to scrape of a little sunshine from the side

and throw it across my room to brighten it up

my dwindling thoughts fall apart inside my mind

i stare at the pages

black font

black

black

i feel my heart crack a little

i place my hands on my chest to breathe deep

i look at the tiny planets

so beautifully crafted

such pulchritude

so...dead

eroding slowly throughout the millennia

i smile

how glorious they were once to play with

tossing them around in circles

all alone in my room

how’d they dance

and now all their cogs and gears are rusting

i was fond of my room once

i’d get drunk on the imperfect collisions

stars chasing after false horizons

but now i eat away my jar of universe

at 3 am each night

as i drown myself in black font

black

just black