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 shadow
of
her soul.
