Yorke

Ripped Apart By Gravity

I am holding nothing now,
it weighs me down like a spoonful of neutron star.
Degeneracy Pressure holds me still,
holds me close.
You were once my volume,
your leaving has me as mass.
Superheavy,
we are subdued by Pauli Exclusion Principle.
I envy event horizons,
the electrons of emotional collapse.
This Pressure holds me up
and I shine on alone.

Comments1

  • Rooster

    like it. thanks for sharing.

    • Yorke

      Thank you for your kind words Rooster 🙂



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