Ritualistic Nothings

Delicate Sharps.



     Hearth would blow wind sometimes, but it depended on what season it was. Regardless, I fed his soul every night, and having the essence of waves seeping into my pores seemed to calm my nerves, to some extent. He was fairly quiet around me, though I'm sure he had billions to say. He might actually disregard my presence if his mouth were mobile and his eyes weren't so high. I was not important. Only what I fed him mattered. If I became deceased, he could easily find another pedal to serve him delicate sharps.



Walrus Burns.



     Hecate would stick needles in my mouth sometimes, but it depended on the time of day. Regardless, I fed her soul every night, and having the bristle sprouts of sunshine fill every corridor in my core seemed to calm my nerves, to some extent. She was fairly quiet around me, though I'm sure she had billions to say. She might actually disregard my presence if human emotions and hunger did not take it's toll. I was not important. Only what I fed her mattered. If I became deceased, she could easily find another nine to serve her walrus burns.