Soft Apocalypses

We will use the blood of this world to write dark, beautiful poetry across the walls of the universe.

was bound, though I have not bound.

I was not recognized. But I have recognized

that the All is being dissolved,

both the earthly and the heavenly.

–The Gospel of Mary Magdalene

But she smiles at me, and I find myself smiling back, warmed by the first spark of real human feeling I’ve had in months. I have to believe that we’re still human. I have to.

There’s no bliss for me

The present and recent past keep blurring together in my mind,

I was bound, though I have not bound.

I was not recognized. But I have recognized

that the All is being dissolved,

both the earthly and the heavenly.

We will use the blood of this world to write dark, beautiful poetry across the walls of the universe.

“Then we will do what we must. But in the meantime, I say give the monster the sea, and we can take the sky.”

Thilini stood on the docks, staring out at the gray expanse of water, remembering the cold touch of the leviathan’s mind in hers. She did not know whether it was a solitary conqueror, a lost traveler, or an exile marooned by its own kind on her planet.
But she did know that if it ever emerged from the depths, she would sense it. As she kissed the top of tiny Ganesha’s head, she vowed she would move Heaven and Earth to stop it.

They gave off a faint green glow that she instantly recognized.
“The meteor,” she breathed. “You were inside it!”