Buried between my lungs,
God hid a pain
that attracted different weights.
He hid the magnet of destruction
below my heart.
It wasn't long
before my ribcage caved into
the piling pressure,
but it didn't puncture my lungs,
and my heart still pounded,
only it beats to a different song.
Fast and anxious.
Exhausted and constant.
My soul buckled at its rate,
moving too quickly to count the seconds.
Buried in the joints of my bones
was a melted fate
of the mindless galaxy
that is my body.
A rusted fate crafted by gold
carries the supernovas
at the edge of becoming black holes.
A fate so dense and clouded by storms,
it became inevitably cursed.
It wasn't long
before I became
a starless Milky Way.
Buried in the pores of my skin,
God hid a web of thoughts
that never stopped thinking,
collecting details as if it were food.
A web of indestructible silk;
A silk with an essence of calm comfort.
Buried in the center of my mind
was
n o t h i n g
