When I lived in a black hole, no light escaped.
were sucked in by the gravity
of waning density.
My black hole never filled,
there was always room
for matters to collapse inward,
As pain sank in,
like nails driven into the palms of Christ,
you saw my face
lighten for a camera.
Scientists used to have a theory of general misery.
They said my black hole would collapse
and, just as Dante emerged from his dark wood,
I would regain my fire,
and become a star reborn.