DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
With that, the watery images dissipated entirely, back into the recesses of his veins, in the pools of incantations readily available, even in the midst of exhaustion. His head tilted, drooped slightly again, as thoughts swarmed to the snowflakes providing no benefit – a slight wrinkle to his nose as his mind began contemplating more machinations, more ways –
But no. They didn’t need to do that now.
With a long breath, he finally drifted back, ignoring the plate of food for the call of fatigue warring its way back into his senses. The moment his head hit the pillow was a dead giveaway for the hastening of exhaustion, but his hands reached for her just the same, an encouragement to join. “Another time then,” came on a muffled, wearied, drowsy rumble, exuding somewhere from his chest.
But no. They didn’t need to do that now.
With a long breath, he finally drifted back, ignoring the plate of food for the call of fatigue warring its way back into his senses. The moment his head hit the pillow was a dead giveaway for the hastening of exhaustion, but his hands reached for her just the same, an encouragement to join. “Another time then,” came on a muffled, wearied, drowsy rumble, exuding somewhere from his chest.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
