breathe in, one, two, three, four, out, one, two, three, four, five—
in. one. two. three. four. out. one. two. stop. “fuck.”
the heels of her palms press deeply against her closed eyes and the breath tries to settle again even as light explodes in loki’s mind. she’s shaking, more than shaking, trembling, crumbling under the weight of fresh prophecy writing itself inside of her, as if it matters, as if any of it can matter. how many times can she lament being chosen for this? how many times will the searing pain of chaos unfolding violate her, the knowledge of it full and brimming and maddening?
she is too small a thing to contain it all. in, one, two, three, four. the words spill senseless out of her mouth, the shaping of them the only way to be rid of them. out, one, two, three, four, five, a mixture of languages she can’t even follow as the course of a future she’s always known warps and rewrites itself, the labyrinth shifting, all things known, all things unknown, both inside her.
“please,” she whispers, finding the spaces where she can, knowing not to whom she speaks, only seeking, praying, begging. two. three. “make it stop.”
with every inhale a star perishes , with every exhale a star is born. a beautiful cataclysmic dance of life & death observed ( felt , mourned ) for all eternity , & shall not end until oblivion reigns. a day which will surely dawn without infinity. & so the universe stirs , born from trembling breath spilling forth from her lips. a prayer unknowingly heard.
there is sympathy is the way galaxies shine low ‘pon the illusion of shoulders , how cosmic dust wafts on non - existent breeze behind her , the subtlest comfort offered. eternity does not experience her suffering , but oh how they know of anguish ...
❝ eternity wishes it could. ❞ they speak , a whisper mirroring loki’s own , & as existence itself muses they take a seat silently beside her , the manifested avatar only a few feet taller than her. beautifully divine & gracefully stoic even where they sit near , they gaze on ahead , a comet blinking past near closed brilliant eyes. ❝ some say there is comfort in the unburdening of the soul ... & so eternity hears you ... if you wish to share that which torments your existence so ... ❞
