Dissolution into stardust

He spent his last days orbiting the moon. As his rocket ship flew, he neither thought of nor glanced back at the earth. All but the moon was speckled with dark infinities. He sat there, silent until his ship reached the blanket of stars, a-washed with a spotless brilliance.

He spent them with his wife, her handmaiden hands wrought with ugly stretched lines that tore at her white skin. She said nothing as she took his hand and kissed it lightly. He said nothing but only stared at the moon and its dusty glow. She wept while he pondered at his opus, the lightning rod that struck the moon in the centre of its eye. 

They spent their last days sick and weary, complete in each other’s waking dreams and sleeping nightmares. But it was in their last days that they realised how everyone was dying anyway, that life before death was only what time had consumed and destroyed. It was in that belief that made their journey to the moon that much more sweet; that perishable beauty was something ephemeral, to be caught only during fleeting slits in time that would, at a moment’s notice, disappear entirely. And they held on to that beauty before that defining moment that would rupture their bodies to dissolve into stardust.  

- Amanda