Wings
by Carmen H Gray
I traveled into the black hole
I was warned I’d be spaghettified
Maybe I have been
My heart was stretched
My thoughts were ripped apart
And all things were upended
They said “you won’t make it back”
Fare thee well
“You will be dead to me” I heard
But death begets a new life
For inside a chrysalis
A being dissolves
Unrecognizable
Spaghettified, one might say
I don’t think I made it back
To where I was
The world is not as it was before
Within the limitless chaos
There is order in the unexpected
Hope IS the thing with feathers
Like Emily writes
Monarca Rising 