He remembers himself with shameful lethargy, ,flower slack in his clammy hands, fingers nearly letting it slip. His bag swells with waters, opens under the flimsy untangling of quiet fingertips; he eases the offering inside.
And did he not say, the girl? (Which, only, which of them?)
Shifting, his sleeves nearly sweeping aside the waters, he calls Clara close, draws her in, then clumsily starts the push ashore — ice sculpting scratches on their limbs, tickling the backs of their legs, beneath silks and linens. )
The dead only care for their grievance. She warns for her sake.
( Or re-enacts whatever terrors or grudges pursued her into death. But then, that is the ugliness of exorcism, and Clara need not hear it. )
no subject
( The girl. The girl, first, hurry.
He remembers himself with shameful lethargy, ,flower slack in his clammy hands, fingers nearly letting it slip. His bag swells with waters, opens under the flimsy untangling of quiet fingertips; he eases the offering inside.
And did he not say, the girl? (Which, only, which of them?)
Shifting, his sleeves nearly sweeping aside the waters, he calls Clara close, draws her in, then clumsily starts the push ashore — ice sculpting scratches on their limbs, tickling the backs of their legs, beneath silks and linens. )
The dead only care for their grievance. She warns for her sake.
( Or re-enacts whatever terrors or grudges pursued her into death. But then, that is the ugliness of exorcism, and Clara need not hear it. )