DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Idalia, born after the Family’s disassembling, had no druthers nor connection to the image. She’d arrived during peace and repose, where fear hadn’t been the backdrop of movement and motions for some time. But watching Alys’s reaction, he dimmed the droplets immediately, pooling them back into the confines of his incantations. The question didn’t surprise or bewilder him. Instead, he sighed, because he’d been there for the disappearance and the aftermath, enduring the multitudes from start to finish. “We saw them go, and Sunjata and I went down into Starfall soon after. There was nothing left.” Picked apart and ravaged; taken whatever they could before dispersing.
He nearly suggested she could see for herself, but let the statement fade off in his mind. “I think this is something new,” instead – with no manner of information and evidence pointing to the former parasites, but the stirrings of other potentials and granules; of sand and dreams and slumber that came too quick. Nodding thereafter, he sighed, a glance lingering across the trees, where naught stirred by the traces of birds and swaying canopies caught in breezes. “It will probably take some time to parse through, but for now, we look for what we can.”
He nearly suggested she could see for herself, but let the statement fade off in his mind. “I think this is something new,” instead – with no manner of information and evidence pointing to the former parasites, but the stirrings of other potentials and granules; of sand and dreams and slumber that came too quick. Nodding thereafter, he sighed, a glance lingering across the trees, where naught stirred by the traces of birds and swaying canopies caught in breezes. “It will probably take some time to parse through, but for now, we look for what we can.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
