You think the black hole is out there, somewhere distant, unattainable, light years away. You also think it's a hole in space, where anything that enters vanishes forever.
Yet I know something. That black hole isn't really a hole. It's a condensed mass, a violent object, and if you look closely, it's RIGHT HERE. I can look in your eyes and see it, so clearly.
Take my heart, take my own black hole, and slam it against yours. See what happens.
The bleakness, the pain, so potent. The metaphor works just right. *
Compaction well used.
Thought provoking.