DEIMOS
He knew stopping was succumbing, and the temptation to simply give in was ever there – not a light at the end of the tunnel, but prevailing darkness. He’d pushed and pulled and soldiered on hundreds upon hundreds of times, but each felt more bone-draining than the last, each family or friend deceased, each riddled task clambering down upon his shoulders until he finally had to acknowledge the ruins tied over muscles.
She slid away and he felt like doing the same, slithering down hallways or ramparts until he could find a corner to hide away in, to re-stitch himself back together, to form lines of more frayed ends. The directions were murky in his ears, but he was led on, senses surprised to find himself on the couch – leaning his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling, nodding at her response.
Because what happened when they ceased?
His eyes went to her on the next statements, the bits and pieces of the unknown floating there, heavy and cumbersome. Exhaustion. Hidden contortions. Enamel scraped away when they were striving, struggling to survive. He nodded, a gesture for her to continue. “Go ahead.” The uncertainty thorned along his edges, apprehension never far-gone.
She slid away and he felt like doing the same, slithering down hallways or ramparts until he could find a corner to hide away in, to re-stitch himself back together, to form lines of more frayed ends. The directions were murky in his ears, but he was led on, senses surprised to find himself on the couch – leaning his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling, nodding at her response.
Because what happened when they ceased?
His eyes went to her on the next statements, the bits and pieces of the unknown floating there, heavy and cumbersome. Exhaustion. Hidden contortions. Enamel scraped away when they were striving, struggling to survive. He nodded, a gesture for her to continue. “Go ahead.” The uncertainty thorned along his edges, apprehension never far-gone.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
