DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
They’d had enough fretting and worrying in the days before that he merely snorted at her trial and tribulation, knowing and understanding the wakes of not being able to do anything. But her presence was enough, and he’d take that again and again and again, embodying the notions by tucking her further into his embrace, into walking amongst the streets, into finding the familiar chimney of his house, into feeling the bombarding notions of his companions echoing in his mind again.
“Reasonable,” he offered as little residuals; the beating and throbbing in his shoulder beginning to burn again, before placing her down beside his door, hand maneuvering to open it – jaw clenching at the fringes of the news, unaware it was damned and doomed to be more monstrous as it unraveled. “How many? And who?” Because then there were a thousand other things to do – pyres and fires and food and shelter to be arranged, repairs to be ascertained, families spoken to and honored and cherished, and gods he could feel it building up behind his machinations like its own blaze –
And then there were the other words. His palm dropped away from the door knob, head instinctually turning towards Ru’s residence, the familiar ache and panic drawn in his ribcage over her losses.
Again and again and again.
He swallowed down the bile; gaze inscrutable for a moment as it twisted and turned amidst the ghosts. Evie must’ve known he would’ve rushed towards the Valkyrie’s within a moment – but unwilling to straddle that line of beckoning and calling and hovering while she grieved. “Okay.” A long, slow breath unfurled, a mental note amongst the many, and suddenly the regrets pooled into their gaping, swallowing maw (and he could see the blood once more – right under their feet). “I am sorry I was not here.”
“Reasonable,” he offered as little residuals; the beating and throbbing in his shoulder beginning to burn again, before placing her down beside his door, hand maneuvering to open it – jaw clenching at the fringes of the news, unaware it was damned and doomed to be more monstrous as it unraveled. “How many? And who?” Because then there were a thousand other things to do – pyres and fires and food and shelter to be arranged, repairs to be ascertained, families spoken to and honored and cherished, and gods he could feel it building up behind his machinations like its own blaze –
And then there were the other words. His palm dropped away from the door knob, head instinctually turning towards Ru’s residence, the familiar ache and panic drawn in his ribcage over her losses.
Again and again and again.
He swallowed down the bile; gaze inscrutable for a moment as it twisted and turned amidst the ghosts. Evie must’ve known he would’ve rushed towards the Valkyrie’s within a moment – but unwilling to straddle that line of beckoning and calling and hovering while she grieved. “Okay.” A long, slow breath unfurled, a mental note amongst the many, and suddenly the regrets pooled into their gaping, swallowing maw (and he could see the blood once more – right under their feet). “I am sorry I was not here.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
