Blackbody
I wish not to see another sunrise.
I wish not to wake another day.
I don’t want to trudge to another class or
drive down another highway or
let my tone deaf voice breach my lips again.
I want to snuff out my flame.
It’s not that there’s no beauty in this world;
every morning, another bird flies for the first time.
Creation is forever constant
and laughter leaves the world ringing
day in
and day out.
I adore that.
I, Frankenstein’s monster,
of wickedness and of sin,
cast a shadow with every step I take.
Every breath I breathe pollutes the air,
crisp from the autumn days
but dead like fallen leaves once we cross paths.
I’m a blackbody that keeps on growing,
and my Hawking radiation burns all to ash and embers.
My self-implosion is a fate that’s fair and just;
the only Good choice is to collapse entirely.
You proud, Plato?
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