My throat throbs as I choke back tears
Heat rushes to my head and threatens to explode
Like a hot air balloon,
being ripped off the ground,
rushing violently against grey wind and rain,
forcing itself against dense atmosphere into black space.
Like a meteor,
crashing into cloth,
squeezing out hot air like a jet,
slamming into planet
knocking it out of orbit.
Like Saturn and Jupiter,
colliding into a deep, angry pressure.
spinning mad into dark space.
spitting out of the sun,
disintegrating solid rock into fiery hot liquid,
dripping down my cheek onto my pillow.
As I watch you drown in illness
a solar system collapses.
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