DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos fought off an eye roll at the inclusion and subtle comments about her own beauty, opting to snort under his breath instead. More manifestations of other years pressed against Ru’in’s lantern – an opulent sky flanked by mountain ridges, summits not crestfallen, but rising, rising, rising along the sanctions, as if the boy and the man had become a part of them too. Only thereafter did he place smaller images of them assembled on the valleys, intermingled in between tundra lines and evergreen sanctities. “At least you had that time together,” after the hazardous years – when one didn’t know what to do with the other.
The Sword hadn’t meant to veer the conversation into the languishing depths, but by habit and his guilt-laden brow, Ru must have sensed where it was heading. She’d done well to stop it in its tracks too, because he parted his lips to cast some other rancorous shame, before his jaws and teeth clicked back together. There were a few barbs he swallowed down on the forefront, because it had been Kiada’s choice, and he’d never been one to push or cajole or force anyone into those ranges. “Still hurt just the same,” the monolith added quietly, having offered years upon years of support, strength, dominion, and protection, all coming to a point where she couldn’t even be bothered to look at him.
But he placed her lithe figure beside Ru’in’s on the landscape of the lacquer, staring it over until he could move onto the others.
The Sword hadn’t meant to veer the conversation into the languishing depths, but by habit and his guilt-laden brow, Ru must have sensed where it was heading. She’d done well to stop it in its tracks too, because he parted his lips to cast some other rancorous shame, before his jaws and teeth clicked back together. There were a few barbs he swallowed down on the forefront, because it had been Kiada’s choice, and he’d never been one to push or cajole or force anyone into those ranges. “Still hurt just the same,” the monolith added quietly, having offered years upon years of support, strength, dominion, and protection, all coming to a point where she couldn’t even be bothered to look at him.
But he placed her lithe figure beside Ru’in’s on the landscape of the lacquer, staring it over until he could move onto the others.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
