Slow Apocalypse

The creature was several stories tall, spider-limbed, with a bulbous purple body speckled with man-sized, teal bubbles. They looked empty. Its slender legs narrowed to gleaming points at the ends. It was apparently indestructible.

If you sat in place, you could see it move, like watching the hour hand of a clock.

We came to the park every day it was on our street. I remember the sound it made when its needle-foot gradually pressed through a car's roof. I feel like I can still hear that endless, rending squeal, even now.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever stopped walking.

Love Letter

When I destroy you, I will bear no malice. I will obliterate you cleanly, quickly, as painlessly as feasible under the circumstances. It is important to me that you know that. I do not hate. It is not my way.

When I destroy you, you mustn’t struggle. That would only prolong the matter. Your complete eradication is inevitable. Accept that, and be at peace.

When I destroy you, I will do it thoroughly. The atoms of your being will be expunged. Everything you know and love will be dead.

When I destroy you, I will have a reason. Remember that.