your soul is a wall of thorns

DEIMOS

ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood

The subject remained the same, tied and tethered to whereabouts, to designations he could brood, sink, and seethe into. He strived to keep it blocked through the bond, stifled in between ribs and hollowed out in his soul, as Noah’s fury was plenty; eventually lifting his gaze away from the stone fixtures and back out across the tundra. A restless unease conformed into his fingers, and he wished he had a blade, a knife, in his hands, but there was no one and nothing to slash into here. Two. Definitive and true – and if he didn’t have word from her after that, then there would be more maneuvers, more plans, more machinations, in one way or another. The world had yet to see the true weight of his value in justice.

watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same