DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
There were too many layers and perplexities to pick through, especially in the weight of silence and the certainty of history. He bowed his head and listened, willing the darker corners and emotions of his mind to cease and desist, knowing the turn of anguish, the pull of it beginning to edge along the surface. He’d combatted it so many times it almost felt habitual and routine; and he’d been doing well in the past couple of seasons by not faltering or flickering straight back into those inveigling waves.
And she still wouldn’t look at him.
Something in his ribs threatened to crack, and it couldn’t have been his heart because that had been broken too many times already; so he settled for listening. Her lack of comfort in staying. Not trusting Noah to not view her as something threatening. He nodded, breaking the mold of his stillness once more. “You know I do not think that,” which might not have mattered, but he needed her to hear it. “But I understand.”
The slight lift of her chin and the glimmer of tears just about did him in, and he had to glance back at the hearth, fighting off his own despair. Stop it he wanted to say – though he wasn’t sure to who. Maybe himself. At the last bit though, the piercing slate of his eyes flickered on her once more, all pain and lack of definition. “What do you mean?”
And she still wouldn’t look at him.
Something in his ribs threatened to crack, and it couldn’t have been his heart because that had been broken too many times already; so he settled for listening. Her lack of comfort in staying. Not trusting Noah to not view her as something threatening. He nodded, breaking the mold of his stillness once more. “You know I do not think that,” which might not have mattered, but he needed her to hear it. “But I understand.”
The slight lift of her chin and the glimmer of tears just about did him in, and he had to glance back at the hearth, fighting off his own despair. Stop it he wanted to say – though he wasn’t sure to who. Maybe himself. At the last bit though, the piercing slate of his eyes flickered on her once more, all pain and lack of definition. “What do you mean?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
