"The Destroyer of Worlds" by Justin Barrows

Dishes are shattering, Mom and Dad are screaming and you tremble in a dark bedroom.

Eyes that once to smile are betrayed, ties frayed and only a mortally wounded heart remains.

Addiction and heartbreak have a high rate of comorbidity .

Steps that became lighter with proximity now about face with curt avoidance.

No one pushed you here, in the cold, looking in.

Blaming at no fault of my own is always easier than admitting, that it's no one's fault,

But my own.

Every planet in the solar system has been bombarded with self righteous and indignant asteroids.

The stars made them do it.

Many of these violent eruptions are seared into me. But I wasn't turned to ash while I incinerated your world. Well, maybe just a corner of your globe. . . or maybe not.

I can't fix the dishes. I can't relight the pilot light of your eyes, I've already used my last match. I won't call after you, apologies don't carry in a vacuum.

And all the planets and all the stars and all the asteroids know that once you disfigure a celestial body,

There is no going back.