how to comfort a black hole

you will never satisfy it. you will throw love and food and poetry into it and it will spit it out mere moments later, shredded to bits. you will spend an eternity trying to comfort the black hole only for it to steal your words and spin them into something more elaborately evil in return. it will never comfort you back, it will always think it’s better than you, and it will eat you alive with no remorse. it sucks you in and holds you hostage for as long as you let it. what happens when two black holes fall in love? they feed off of each other endlessly; night after night they take turns spinning each other around in the kitchen at midnight. they dance in secret, they fill each other’s void and they take a piece of you each time they leave. you’ll never comfort a black hole. they will swallow each other’s darkness until they form one giant, gaping black hole. unsettling jitters. ambivalence. utter chaos.