if you ran away, just come back home

DEIMOS

ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood

“Possibly,” and he shrugged, uncertain about the whole thing – and with all the underlying caution and trepidation surrounding festivities, he could only draw on the bizarre, but appreciative experience. “It seemed similar to what we used to do – but with more games, shopping, luxere sledding…,” lots of lights and sound, a diverting atmosphere than what’d they had in the past. “However, they did have funnel cakes.” As if this was the crowning achievement all entertainment could preside upon, he gave a dramatic, boyish, very juvenile sigh, before they snagged at their own food, and he bartered in several daggers concocted and created from his hands.

But once he had his burger, the Sword was immediately content, and parsing out a piece for Belial, he savored the taste, swallowing down a few bites before meandering down the row of dessert-addled portions. “Your turn,” he managed, so that Evie could wander through and make a selection, steering her closed-eyes approach around a swathe of other people selecting tables and chairs to eat their meals.

watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same