He stood there gasping as stars fell from her mouth. It was a brilliant display. Small embers of white-hot static fell from her tongue, one after the other, in a fine mist of white. Then, after a moment of stupid deliberation, he ran to get her a bucket. When he returned, she grasped it delicately with two softly glowing hands. Like seafoam, the particles spilled over the sides as she moaned them out. “Shh,” he said, patting her hand. “There's nothing to be afraid of.” Though her stellar anatomy had never allowed this before, she, in infinite beauty, was in constant flux. Last week it was nebular clouds that floated above her head in a fume, resembling the colorful photographs he had seen in his childhood. They floated up as she ranted over some small point, filling the air until they danced at odd angles. Then, as a small inconvenience, miniature planetary orbs fell to the freshly swept floor, the spark at the middle having gone supernova in a sputter. He cleaned them with a sigh.
Humming as he rubbed her back, he tried to dredge up the words of a long forgotten song she had once taught him the night she had appeared. At each syllable he managed to find, the others crumbled to a finite dust, irretrievable and dark. When she leaned back, he wondered at how strong she must have been. Her eyes, though they had turned to small waterfalls, glowed with happiness he had not caused. Himself a stranger, he had only allowed her here in her time of need. A shooting star, she had fallen from the sky, and landed in his sight. Her belly swelled, her eyes brightened, and he watched, surprised, as every moment she changed herself into something new. She shined, then guttered, then glared like a newly born sun. As she grew, so did her oddities. Her feet grew into roots, which pierced the ground like spears. Her skin grew faint and transparent, only a glow remaining for him. When, at last, her stars stopped falling, and her hands grew limp, wet from her waterfall eyes, she disappeared, and he was left alone. Unrelenting, nonplussed, he pulled the blankets back and stared beneath, wondering if she had been an illusion. But all that had been left behind was a small rock, the size of his palm, which blazed with a fiery core. Comments are closed.
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