You’re nothing but a black hole.

Sure, I escaped, as did most of us; the speed of light doesn’t have to be a barrier.

I was merely an asteroid, one born into your orbit.

Your pull grew ever stronger as I was stuck there.

Planets pulled in, stars pushed out.

I lingered.

The cosmos around me held their breath as you swung me around and around.

So important. So protective.

As I reached the event horizon, I could feel myself disintegrate.

Something was wrong. Everything was wrong.

Your gravity began to falter.

Eventually, I took off, like the rockets from White Sands.

Stages falling, falling, never to be recovered.

Fuel tanks, engines, parts I’ll never get back.

A sense of safety I’ll never have again.

I hope you’re happy.

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