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?