DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
With Halo pushed aside, for now, as it would likely always remain an ever-present thing in his mind, he turned his attention towards being a listening ear, a sounding board, stolen back into silence and quiet.
But her words weren’t what he expected – Abandoned children identified, and then diminished, discarded, murdered. It sent something rigid down the course of his spine – anger, most likely, a coldblooded, malevolent thing in the piercing depths of his eyes, in the rigid distinction of his jaw, fingers curling back in on each other in tight fists. “If it was the will of the gods, why has it not happened anywhere else?” Where the deities touched and lingered? Had it been because the heralds had been clustered behind the barrier, the same as the rest of them? Did it appeal to ancient practices simply because they were archaic, contemptuous beings? Or had these similar situations occurred, and they were simply ignorant of them?
A long, slow, unwinding breath conquered his chest, and then extended into the air, striving to grant himself some reprieve. “Have you talked to your mother about it?” Or anyone else for that matter – how to unravel disgusting, disturbing practices from primordial lives?
But her words weren’t what he expected – Abandoned children identified, and then diminished, discarded, murdered. It sent something rigid down the course of his spine – anger, most likely, a coldblooded, malevolent thing in the piercing depths of his eyes, in the rigid distinction of his jaw, fingers curling back in on each other in tight fists. “If it was the will of the gods, why has it not happened anywhere else?” Where the deities touched and lingered? Had it been because the heralds had been clustered behind the barrier, the same as the rest of them? Did it appeal to ancient practices simply because they were archaic, contemptuous beings? Or had these similar situations occurred, and they were simply ignorant of them?
A long, slow, unwinding breath conquered his chest, and then extended into the air, striving to grant himself some reprieve. “Have you talked to your mother about it?” Or anyone else for that matter – how to unravel disgusting, disturbing practices from primordial lives?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
