Droplet Mass

Droplet Mass

I stumble.
As I reach toward
A neutron star drop,
My wrist snaps.

All the fluid in my body
Gathers at the edge
Of gravitational

Yearning, begging,
Bursting to fall
Horizontally, elegantly
Towards the droplet.

It has me already.
I won’t be able
To get away.
A chassis grey

Droplet gladly
Absorbs and spheres
Of a willing me.

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