Goodnight,
Void.
Goodnight.
& again.
& again.
Until I can’t anymore.
Foolish Old Lady,
I Am.
Dreaming of utopias,
Despite my long legacy of darkness.
When my last candle is extinguished,
Perhaps then,
My bones can play home –
Ribcage as rafters,
Spine as roofing.
My silly little stories,
As myths.
Goodnight, Void #9014
