Stellar I’m not sure what’s inside me, but I took an astronomy class. Sometimes, I think, it might be a black hole, and I am just that: a mass taking all of your spare time, prismatic I love you’s, answers to neverending questions – anything it can get, only ever consuming yet never satiated. It’s a gluttonous, violent thing, always taking because of need and, maybe, want. They lie out there among all of the stars in the universe, an empty silhouette surrounded by glittering lights, just illuminating reminders of what they once were. My professor said that as they devour more, the gravity becomes even harder to avoid. And still you – what if you are what scientists thought to not exist: what if you can resist me, and I get nothing, and I am insatiable.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Anna McFarland is a student at the University of Florida and a novice poet. Sparked by taking a poetry class in school, she’s excited to share her first published poem in miniskirt magazine.