09/22/2022
I used to be in love with being a victim. Ick.
Today, I watch my attraction to victimhood through a telescope; wise to its gravitational pull. Like two planets swirling around a black hole, I’d form relationships with other victims until we were consumed by its absence of light.
I try to avoid black holes but sometimes I get too near; into the interstellar dance I go. I make efforts to listen but it requires a special kind of strength.
The black hole is only a text message away.
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