A miracle unfulfilled
It's a condensation of desire, delirium, dementia. A single moment stuck in a fractured mirror. Stretching to an eternity, in the second it is being obliterated. I want to scream but can't make a fucking sound.
I feel like I'm suffocating and taking the first real breath in forever, all at once. It is a feeling words cannot really describe because it is an experience outside the realm of the body, of humanity, of everything that is comprehensible and you can wrap your silly little human mind around it. It is also the longest climb I've ever had to climb. I wonder if my feet really hurt, or is it my mind making up for something I am incapable of feeling physically. It is all a distraction of course. It is almost too easy to focus on the non-human in this situation because it is the human part of it all that's truly mind boggling. Yes, I knew love, but this…
Suddenly, it is as if I am covered in a cold blanket. Toes and fingers go numb- surely this is real sensation, not an illusion- there is a stiffness in him all of a sudden and I know, in that one second, one second before it will go cold, and numb and nothing again – and I am sure that if I had a voice, any voice, surely what would escape my mouth now would be akin to a banshee scream, furious and terrified and earth shuttering in its monstrosity. But my voice is as hollow as my body.
He turns around.
Eurydice, a second before Orpheus turns back, while exiting the underworld.