In the beginning it was dark.

My core solidified like rock under soil.

My bones grew and grew until they ached.

Until they cried out for me because I didn’t have the air.

Careless compression, I split.

What force would tug so hard on something so fragile?

I quickly formed a terrible hole.

My soul, destroyed like scorched earth.

Somehow I held.

The empty space gaping, but not beyond repair.

You carried me,

constructed a window to let in narrow light.