falling up a mountain

i'm a boat in the ocean, & my sails are broken

"I was dark once." The word ripple out across time, Finn's lips saying them in a cadence that warbles against Remi's: he'll say the words too. Is saying them. Has said them. "And this is how I became clean." How I become clean. "It will hurt. It always does. I have to give your soul back."

It isn't an offer.

Can a soul be quantified? Will anyone notice if Remi keeps just a piece of it for himself? A sliver, just to block up the hole which has opened on the backside of one of his ribs? It's just there, where his heart pounds. He can feel it like a thorn. It yawns wide when he is around Finn, demanding to be satiated. Demanding to be filled, but it never knows with what.

But now he knows. It needs Finn.
It needs all of him. And in
place of that, a piece
of his
soul

"Will I open you, or will you open me?"

THE LULLABY

give me an oar 'cause you're the shore that I've been trying to reach