Wow. That’s… intense. It’s a really raw and unsettling piece. The imagery of the “black hole” is particularly striking – a feeling of being completely consumed and reduced.
It speaks of a profound sense of betrayal, of being undervalued and ultimately discarded. The relentless pressure to “divide everything in two” suggests a stifling of any genuine emotion or connection.
It’s a powerfully melancholic and, frankly, quite frightening poem.
Is this based on a specific experience, or is it a more general exploration of heartbreak and disillusionment?
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