DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
His head maneuvered upwards as soon he heard her voice, a smile softening the corners of his mouth as her arms outstretched in greeting. “It was far better than other years,” as the horrors of the Grounds’ LongNights under the throes of the Voice were difficult to forget, no. matter how much time spanned in between. “He did well, under the circumstances.” But then there the fringes and touches of darkness, of the unknown, of well past fatherhood and into the traipses of the turmoil resting and brewing and brooding over the surface. Perhaps what awaited them, and the potential of disaster and ruin all over again.
The intangible tether between gloves and starlight was enough to signify the heart of the matter, and his eyes narrowed, uncertain if she’d be able to answer the inquiries laden within his mind. “Some of us had dreams about Starfall.” And if she wished, she’d likely be able to see the sentiments replay throughout images in the machinations of his skull. “Were these the same sort of things you saw?” When she’d placed herself in danger, to strive and stop the perils before they’d arrived? The weird crystals…the being much like Vi, Rae, or Mort?
The intangible tether between gloves and starlight was enough to signify the heart of the matter, and his eyes narrowed, uncertain if she’d be able to answer the inquiries laden within his mind. “Some of us had dreams about Starfall.” And if she wished, she’d likely be able to see the sentiments replay throughout images in the machinations of his skull. “Were these the same sort of things you saw?” When she’d placed herself in danger, to strive and stop the perils before they’d arrived? The weird crystals…the being much like Vi, Rae, or Mort?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
