Black Waters

The stars around dissolve
and leave you treading water
above the pull of black holes,
the mouths of monstrous fish
from hellish depth in cosmic sea;

barely floating, you are forsaken
to gravity,
thoughts shredded to fishing lines
and running all the way down
from its grip around your ankle,
your hands, your soul,
through unseen rifts in broken corals,
into the chasm, devourer
of all that sinks.