Collapsing Geometries

The men in my life imPLODE–

Catastrophic masses c

                                         o

                                              l

                                                 l

                                                   a

                                                      p

                                                        sing into

Singularities of appetite and rage. 

The gravity is relentless, 

An equation built for annihilation––––––––––––

Distort. Every. Truth. 

I float into ellipses–

Photons scattered,

Spirit bent through gravitational lensing.

A Spectral Falsification of Me.

The involuntary choreography around their abyss. 
Shhhhhh… What words exist for the event horizon?

Not silence but a ravenous negation

devouring sound–

Detonation of every particle of Hope. 

Consigned to their periphery,

I dwindle into particles

like quantum afterglow

escaping a ruinous core.

Just me, unmade

by the collapsing geometries

of men. 

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