“Every time I closed my eyes, I saw God pull mother through a black hole in the sky.”
Ethel Rohan, Hard To Say
When I was younger and closed my eyes, I would cry of the dark – the science of black holes crushing me and swallowing me down. Trillions of miles away but so close.
As the years passed, it changed. Now when I close my eyes I see lights, and the people I love, they try to jump from star to star.