DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
With no one claiming the knife, he tucked it back into his pockets, rendering it for safekeeping until an owner was found or more evidence had been laid out for something else far more devious or scrupulous. He shrugged and let it be, eyes catching over their accomplishments instead of meandering his mind back towards the blade.
Thereafter, with everything taking shape, including the fence to ensure no one wandered straight into its midst (the beast wouldn’t be surprised – the temptation of concrete probably yearned straight into every individual’s potential for mischief), there was no more to be done at this venue. He managed to conjure another smile at the edges of his mouth, content with the progress, before proceeding onward, forward. “You are welcome,” he nodded, and then with a farewell to each individual, the Sword was off to his next round of duties and responsibilities.
Thereafter, with everything taking shape, including the fence to ensure no one wandered straight into its midst (the beast wouldn’t be surprised – the temptation of concrete probably yearned straight into every individual’s potential for mischief), there was no more to be done at this venue. He managed to conjure another smile at the edges of his mouth, content with the progress, before proceeding onward, forward. “You are welcome,” he nodded, and then with a farewell to each individual, the Sword was off to his next round of duties and responsibilities.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
