Ex Nihilo

She believed she was eternal. She believed she was both everlasting and fleeting. Powerful yet a minuscule fleck. She longed and feared death and pain and the loneliness of the end, but rode so high as if it did not touch her.

What to wear? I'll get it for you. Dress. Underwear. Earnings. Necklace. But what shoes? Start again, and quick. We have to go. We have to be normal. Not a hair out of place. Pulling her dark hair back into a chaste braid. Shoes have to match perfectly. Her suits used to.

Take your medicine. It's not necessary but you need it to survive. Gulp with coffee, or spit. Let it dissolve under your tongue into bitterness and mint.

Pay attention to each detail. Take it all in. Play chess on a four dimensional checked board. Tedious to each chosen word or gesture. Information is data in a spreadsheet— know the commands to organize and respond. Only then can you see through her eyes. 

She is the point where emotional and rational collide over the sea. Escalate by rapid category. Uprooting everything she passes over. Hurling it away. Not one entity clings to her for long. None except her orbiting Sun.

Pull the tides with your gravity, oh moon, like the god you are. Face always turning away. Split in two by the His light.

She was a god. Is a god. She became God.

She teaches him how to be a god amongst mortal men. Everyday is a lesson- she has few left so make them count.

Mother, lover, sister, brother.

All of these and more to come, she fills each role she forged for herself as a gold cast.

A daily fight for life and for justice. For her love, for her Sun.

From her womb I had burst forth,

but she created herself.

Out of nothing, there was Artemis.