Black Hole I write from a black hole, where I riddle. I’m slowly being spaghettified* by tidal forces’ stretch, squeeze to a noodle. Light can’t escape its pull; no last ditch fly by or rescue attempt. What the black hole catches, it keeps. It lets nothing escape save one thing its embrace can’t hold–my soul– its needs no velocity to escape. It travels faster than light to the source, away from its earthen birth, its black hole confinement, to the spark that set its course. Shot out of the black hole, flying fast, still whole, that soul,  that spark that once leapt in my flesh, ’til black … Continue reading Black Hole