Singularity...A Process

The Black Hole pulls.
Reflexively, uselessly, I resist.
There are strange rules here.
I move forward.

The Black Hole (She) pulls.
I cry out, but only She hears.
My tears pleasure Her.
There are strange rules here.

She smiles. And pulls.
I am long past the event horizon.
There can be no turning back.
I jump forward into oblivion.

She laughs. And pulls.
And takes.
And makes.
And completes.