Black hole;brusies

There was a time in grade 10 that I learned that time stops in a black hole.

And that directly into the black hole time stops completly.

I remember thinking

That would be the perfect place to love someone.


But thats not how life works.

Instead of black holes, we get black busies and broken teeth

And instead of leaving we stay in fear that the next witll be worse.

So we learn to not move in bed for fear of the other side of the bed is getting cold

We dont dare turn and check

We just hold our breath and hope that this time it wont hurt as much as the last.

We pray for black holes

So we wouldnt have to share anything with anyone.


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