DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The water show dimmed for a moment – dragons slain and another pattern of movement and motion as the images wound their way along mountaintops. While they traversed, his eyes went to the other mark upon his arm, where serrated fangs had cut cleanly, healed soon after. “Dragon got me here,” and he pointed through the wayward tracks, and then shrugged his shoulders, the ache gone, with the blemishes remaining.
As for the segment containing the most mark and abomination, he offered a long sigh, the explanation seeming intangible and almost otherworldly – altering the stance of the depictions quickly, as all the forms breathed new life in flickering bouts and strains. His jaw jutted towards the lacerations instead, striving to offer some form of response that would seem feasible and comprehensive. “This one came from the Core’s demigod. We fought prior demis and warriors too. That came before us, who held the relics in the previous war.” Battles waged and magic flashed and echoing throngs of screams and outcries; a bludgeoned Remi, the Sword’s own form blasted back, pictures and figments of memories of slain constituents muddled together amidst storms and tirades. Snagging at another grape, eyelids growing heavy again, the piercing slate of his gaze traveled back to her, waiting.
As for the segment containing the most mark and abomination, he offered a long sigh, the explanation seeming intangible and almost otherworldly – altering the stance of the depictions quickly, as all the forms breathed new life in flickering bouts and strains. His jaw jutted towards the lacerations instead, striving to offer some form of response that would seem feasible and comprehensive. “This one came from the Core’s demigod. We fought prior demis and warriors too. That came before us, who held the relics in the previous war.” Battles waged and magic flashed and echoing throngs of screams and outcries; a bludgeoned Remi, the Sword’s own form blasted back, pictures and figments of memories of slain constituents muddled together amidst storms and tirades. Snagging at another grape, eyelids growing heavy again, the piercing slate of his gaze traveled back to her, waiting.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
