She is a star,
one of the many who shine brightly
hanging against the backdrop
of the dark night sky.
She is a nova,
exploding, falling apart,
but not yet breaking.
Just like a snake moults,
she sheds her skin,
revealing her damaged
inner self, which has nothing
left to give, nothing left
to offer.
She is a supernova,
A remnant of something
once shone bright and beautiful.
Waiting to implode and shatter
her destruction inevitable.
Sometimes, even a ruination
can become exquisite.
At last,
she is but a black hole,
now completely beyond repair,
a dark mass, a raging tornado
threatening to rip apart
everything in her path.
A reminder that beauty can be found,
even if all there is is nothing.
