Suitcase

Written by: Gracie Bawden

My room implodes
As I pack my bag.
I drag it from the corners
And pull it down to the center
Brushing off the old stardust
To make room for new.
It is a black hole and I
Am on the edge of it
Standing here in a near vacuum
Capturing the last few breaths
Of old air
And holding them in my lungs.