Sans

Mouth opened wide,
she just wants a little more:
The blackness is too dark to scream.
All this time I shook the dice,
I learned the laws,
I cracked the hour glass
with a curious mind
for nothing.

She claws against the velvet window,
her starry sweat on my forehead;
the whore that is the universe.
“Just let us try it again...
Just let us try it once more.”

No one is going to tip the fucking glass
for us, to watch the sand move
upside right
or downside wrong
again.

Black holes will suck
the very last particle,
the very last dream
into the starving void
with hungry, drooling jaws,
and then turn on each other!
Nothing, not even emptiness
will breathe.