DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
He’d always been that way – ever since he was a boy, young and insignificant and wanting to help the world. Why and when he’d somehow opted and decided to lay it all on his own shoulders somehow altered and accorded likely when his parents were gone – because he hadn’t been there in time, because he couldn’t have saved them, because he was off doing other things, fighting other battles, and took the responsibility.
And he carried the guilt and the ghosts, the wraiths and anguish, as if he deserved them. Punishment and sins, retribution of his crimes for not being enough. “Reminders,” and he offered a foolish half-smile, a dip of his head revealing he thought he’d been very stupid too. Exhausted, from carting them around for so long.
Thereafter, came the ultimate price for his blunderings. Being forced to talk to people.
He could already feel himself beginning to recoil, curl back further and further into his own thoughts and machinations – the dread, the apprehension, the exposure – but the monolith had also offered to try. “Okay,” acceptance first, as she cupped his cheek and he heaved a massive sigh. “I will attempt it,” was somewhat of a muffled laugh, a shake of his head in her hold. “Thank you for your patience and endeavors.” He knew it wasn’t easy; that the goddess had been willing to strive at all was a hallmark of something.
And with that, there were more aspirations, ambitions, and growth to obtain.
{FIN <3}
And he carried the guilt and the ghosts, the wraiths and anguish, as if he deserved them. Punishment and sins, retribution of his crimes for not being enough. “Reminders,” and he offered a foolish half-smile, a dip of his head revealing he thought he’d been very stupid too. Exhausted, from carting them around for so long.
Thereafter, came the ultimate price for his blunderings. Being forced to talk to people.
He could already feel himself beginning to recoil, curl back further and further into his own thoughts and machinations – the dread, the apprehension, the exposure – but the monolith had also offered to try. “Okay,” acceptance first, as she cupped his cheek and he heaved a massive sigh. “I will attempt it,” was somewhat of a muffled laugh, a shake of his head in her hold. “Thank you for your patience and endeavors.” He knew it wasn’t easy; that the goddess had been willing to strive at all was a hallmark of something.
And with that, there were more aspirations, ambitions, and growth to obtain.
{FIN <3}
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
