DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos knew many things about wounds; how deep lacerations marred and how sometimes scars only seemed like they’d been healed over. Grief was different for everyone – and never quite linear, parallel for instances before juxtapositioning into such a roughened hue that it was a wonder it didn’t continue in an endless cycle. But each day grew a little easier; if only because individuals didn’t always return to the same point in the healing process.
In the silence though, his eyes went away from her, granting and giving her privacy in the midst of his hushed existence and entity – as if he were nothing more than another adrift portion of the wind meandering along the sea breeze and coast. Statuesque and poised, waiting until the other was ready, his stare was steady, certain, one of those untamed expanses who’d gone through the masses of trauma and knew how to saunter beyond the lines scarcely drawn. She’d certainly seen enough through the war – and beforehand – and to now encompass it wholly without a creature bonded to her was a serrated, jagged edge.
Only when she answered his inquiry did he direct his attention back to her, brow arching, nodding at the sentiments. “Somewhat the same. I had an opportunity to explore here,” rather than be off fighting another battle for the whole of Caido. “And it would be nice to put my attention on curiosity and learning for now.” He gave her a small smile, a rough inclination of his shoulders in a shrug to tear away the rest of the sculpted formation.
In the silence though, his eyes went away from her, granting and giving her privacy in the midst of his hushed existence and entity – as if he were nothing more than another adrift portion of the wind meandering along the sea breeze and coast. Statuesque and poised, waiting until the other was ready, his stare was steady, certain, one of those untamed expanses who’d gone through the masses of trauma and knew how to saunter beyond the lines scarcely drawn. She’d certainly seen enough through the war – and beforehand – and to now encompass it wholly without a creature bonded to her was a serrated, jagged edge.
Only when she answered his inquiry did he direct his attention back to her, brow arching, nodding at the sentiments. “Somewhat the same. I had an opportunity to explore here,” rather than be off fighting another battle for the whole of Caido. “And it would be nice to put my attention on curiosity and learning for now.” He gave her a small smile, a rough inclination of his shoulders in a shrug to tear away the rest of the sculpted formation.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
