DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Charcoal to paper, sketches and outlines drawn downwards, the Sword had come to the end of the first parchment before there was a knock at the door. His head whipped upwards, glance shifting from the detailed potentials, and to the person standing in the doorframe. The depth of his piercing eyes widened, perhaps in shock or surprise, because he had no way of explaining the emotions rankling and rattling underneath. He’d know and love her anywhere, in any capacity, but didn’t understand how or what to do any longer.
So the monolith stood, moving his chair outwards, expecting words and finding none cast from her – like an echo, like a ghost, like a refrain. “Kiada,” he rumbled instead, to fill the world with something other than his uncertainty. “I did not think you would want to see me.” No matter how many letters he’d sent, how much he’d reached out, how many times he’d walked by Chulane’s farm or home; pondering an approach or what to say. He’d half-expected her to be gone already, like they’d had in previous conversations, following the reasons she’d extended before sieges, exiles, and banishments. A mustering of inquiries nestled on his tongue, and he swallowed down multitudes, relying on one for now, making no other movements. “Are you well?”
So the monolith stood, moving his chair outwards, expecting words and finding none cast from her – like an echo, like a ghost, like a refrain. “Kiada,” he rumbled instead, to fill the world with something other than his uncertainty. “I did not think you would want to see me.” No matter how many letters he’d sent, how much he’d reached out, how many times he’d walked by Chulane’s farm or home; pondering an approach or what to say. He’d half-expected her to be gone already, like they’d had in previous conversations, following the reasons she’d extended before sieges, exiles, and banishments. A mustering of inquiries nestled on his tongue, and he swallowed down multitudes, relying on one for now, making no other movements. “Are you well?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
