Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Girl Who Fell Into Herself

Terminal velocity
The sound of rushing air
She hurtles toward her dense black core
Her skin begins to tear

Sucked deeper into darkness
No rescue, no escape
The constant pull of gravity
A strange but certain fate

Now growing ever smaller
The heat begins to rise
Compressing all her molecules
And squeezing out the size

Continuing the plummet
She forms a perfect sphere
A tiny speck, a popping sound
And then she disappears

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