Black Holes

It doesn't come from other things. It comes from you. It's a swirling vortex of grey sickness that is all-consuming. 


If you went into a black hole, people say your body would be wrenched limb from limb--disintegrate in the vacuum... They're wrong. I know where black holes lead. The swirling black void leads straight into a soul that knows darkness. So people that fall into black holes lose themselves, and become part of the soul they decide to torture, pulling it in a thousand different directions so that the person becomes a tentative holding place for the turmoil within--a fragile breeding ground for sorrow, and your worst nightmares. 


Try, and try, and fail to swallow everything, push it aside, cry out every voice so that the black hole will disappear, and you will be able to hear yourself think again. People who fall into black holes aren't people any longer. They come out at the other end, in some unhappy soul, and begin to swirl and dance, a tenuous, melancholy promenade around and around just under the heart and above the stomach, pulling everything into somewhere that it isn't supposed to be, melting their carrier into a twisted mess, that no longer resembles the vibrant whole that once existed there.