Black Holes by Jocelyn Mosman

I chart the constellations
Of freckles on your face,
Calling them miracles
Instead of mess ups.
You’re a solar system of possibilities
And I’m your star catcher,
But it’s my job to
Watch you fall apart,
Piece by piece into the darkness
Of your depression,
Until the black hole
Starts to suck us both inside.
I wanted to pull away,
Hang onto the rope
At the edge of the cliff,
And I would’ve made it
Out of your destruction,
Tugging and pulling
And breaking apart
Like the threads of
An infinite and infinitesimal
Universe collapsing,
I would have been your survivor,
Had I not been…


Jocelyn Mosman is a junior at Mount Holyoke College majoring in English and Politics. She has published two volumes of poetry and is currently working on the third and final installment of the Soul Series. She has been writing poetry for over a decade. She has been participating in poetry slams and readings for two years, and has been a part of over 20 poetry slams during that time. 

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