DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
While the treeflits roamed in their bright hues, a reminder that this place could be striking and beautiful rather than regarded in a suspicious light, he sighed, eyes following and tracking the creatures as he tried to explain the incident. “A bunch of us had gathered in the Peepholes. Saw a strange, golden light,” and in his eternally wary and skeptical mind, had wanted to trace after it. Alys probably understood that they’d predictably followed it. “Some were forced into a bizarre sleep – like a weird dream.” His nose wrinkled a touch, knowing if he were in someone else’s shoes and listening to such notions, he might’ve shrugged it off; but Caido was Caido, and often the warnings came well before the storms.
Alys hadn’t seen anything bizarre or noteworthy though, so he nodded, content with at least, for the moment, naught appeared to be perplexing. Snorting at the other depictions though, he glanced down at Idalia, who was still enraptured by the bright streaks of lizards. “Do not be too offended. Hard to surpass these,” and Idalia giggled in response, chubby fingers clutching air.
Alys hadn’t seen anything bizarre or noteworthy though, so he nodded, content with at least, for the moment, naught appeared to be perplexing. Snorting at the other depictions though, he glanced down at Idalia, who was still enraptured by the bright streaks of lizards. “Do not be too offended. Hard to surpass these,” and Idalia giggled in response, chubby fingers clutching air.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
