Attracted – to you like a
Black Hole – pulling me out of my orbit
Clusters – of brilliantly lit stars
Dying – fading one by one
Gravity – is slowly collapsing while you’re
Lightyears – away in safety
Mars – red hot anger, it’s a war between
Novas – exploding across
Outer Space – did you think you were safe?
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Day 12 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Index poem.
Muse: Nope. Can’t do it. Can’t do the prompt this time.
Me: You’re supposed to be a muse!
Muse: Exactly. I inspire, I don’t work magic.
Me: So inspire me.
Muse: I don’t appreciate your tone of voice.
Me: I wonder if it’s too late to get a new muse-ow! Did you just poke me?
Muse: My pen slipped. Stars. Outer space.
Muse: Novas. Black holes. Black star! Why are you not writing this down?
Me: *scribbles frantically*
Guess what guys? I’m all caught up! *throws confetti in air*