Plutonium

The horizon is bleeding. Can't you see it? It's pouring out; begging us to join it. The singularity watches; with its unforgiving glare. It's judging me. It's watching.

I can't let it see me. Not anymore. Its ridicules are growing louder. It's almost deafening at this point. The only place where its cries are muffled are in the cracks and crevices of the caves. It can't find me there. Perhaps I'll stay there for a little while. Maybe it'll forget about me. Maybe.