Tiny Star

[CRNDLSM]

Endless layers of black silk drapes; the shadows.
Separate, small, unsafe space.
A beacon, a beam, of pure white hot impurity.
Drawn in, crossing an event horizon long before awareness,
Long after warning.

Bodies cropped into little frames,
Little portions of littler people.
A subject unknowing, thus unwilling.
Those frames scattered across the universe,
Millions of shameful stars.

Keep your head down.
The sky tells the stories of your misdeeds.
You fucked up wretch.
Here’s a constellation of your form.
A whore.

Thanks for sharing, I like the imagery and vocabulary, the frames kinda confused me.  The last three lines lose me though, almost too abrasive, jarring,  should be it's own senryu poem though.  I think it would be more impact full toned down here. Even stretched out to show the fucked up wretch of the whore without telling us, don't be mad at them, make us mad at them.