Black Whole Poem by Amanda Eckols

That black hole sucks in all light
leaving nothing; blacker that night
It sucks the soul down to the tinest part
and would surly rip apart you heart
ever grown with its big apitite
even the miroscopic does no excape its might
but this poor black hole is misunderstood
for it feeds for it sister as you would
the white hole it twin who always full
she spits it all back out into a pool
never quite what it was before
she gets to what matter become a world
while her borther see one becoming unfuried
pulling things apart while she becomes whole