The words echoed and repeated infinitely, digging into the veins of the space and inhabiting the air like thick tar.His face pulls at itself, a tic beginning in the neck, distorting the skin & opening the mouth into a half-snarl, teeth flashing briefly. The intensity causes an arm to raise, fingers reduced to grotesque, disproportionate claws.
He could see the birth of the universe.
The golden threads, the shifting diamonds, the colors that lit his skin on fire.
He was awake for the first time in millennia.
As he lay dying on the sidewalk, a child watches him from inside her mother’s apartment, eating ice cream & dreaming about the snow.