Literature
Rebuild Me
My supernova exploded, my coronal mass ejecting,
leaving me a shell of myself, a neutron star core rotating—
swiftly on axis, unbalanced, shifting about and wobbling—
aimlessly through the universe, desperate need of steadying…
I feel your hands touch along me, your strength restrained while timidly
you grasp to the shards, the strongest, those that have endured fragilely,
afraid they may break, or shatter, if you hold them too securely,
but still you clutch on without pause, these pieces of me, steadfastly.
The next thing I know, you begin, with a painstaking devotion,
shards are fit in place one by one, constructing my n
