Tidal Forces
April 4 2026
You know the type.
They attract.
They’re charismatic.
They have this outsized gravity
that draws people in,
as if they were made of denser stuff
than the rest of us;
their rocky inner planets
to our gaseous outer ones.
Some, like comets, slingshot around them,
feeling the attraction
and fizzy in the heat
before turning tail and flying off
in the long eccentric orbit
of a fickle dilettante.
Some, like the moon, circle close,
keeping their distance
in a binary system
in an intimate pas de deux.
But still, exerting their own tidal force
however small.
And some fall
spiralling-in faster and faster;
not the earth around its sun
but a black hole
there’s no escaping from.
Who knew
that a star could be so cold,
that its gravity
could tear you apart,
that beauty and charm
could turn so toxic?
That he was a psychopath
all along.
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