DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Half a smile curled into the corners of his mouth, mostly to keep away the melancholy, begrudging and accepting of the squeeze on his shoulder. Perhaps that was one of his many flaws – always trying, even when the impossibility stared him right in the face. That it took a long time for the rest of the void to sink in, collecting over bones and fragments.
“Sure,” he accepted, moving over one of the lantern bases already started towards her. “I did not know who to make one for this year anyway.” The death spiral from beyond hadn’t melded its way to his ears yet – otherwise there probably would’ve been one for Bastien, to match with Rexanna’s. Instead, he had a horde back home, hanging with care until the season’s end.
Presuming he could start on Ru’in’s, he began to craft a darker slate of wood between his hands – remembering a boy fond of engineering, with a larger than life personality – ensuring the carving along the sides had a mammoth tusk.
“Sure,” he accepted, moving over one of the lantern bases already started towards her. “I did not know who to make one for this year anyway.” The death spiral from beyond hadn’t melded its way to his ears yet – otherwise there probably would’ve been one for Bastien, to match with Rexanna’s. Instead, he had a horde back home, hanging with care until the season’s end.
Presuming he could start on Ru’in’s, he began to craft a darker slate of wood between his hands – remembering a boy fond of engineering, with a larger than life personality – ensuring the carving along the sides had a mammoth tusk.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
