Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita was a formidable little shit, and nodded at the next set of tasks. Running, leaping, and launching on her bare feet were easy juxtapositions, as was utilizing the bangle on her ankle, floating along the waves and undulations, currents and horrors; sparing no moments, no instances, no beats of a mercurial heart.
Snagging at an armful of bottles and filling them up from the fountain’s brim, her return was nearly as swift – and she stopped at each injured individual she came across, offering the healing proportions over and over again, until they were emptied. Tireless and unrelenting, she was a resilient back and forth bee; buzzing her way through lanes upon lanes, presiding in what little salvation she could.
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Melita distributes the healing waters.
Snagging at an armful of bottles and filling them up from the fountain’s brim, her return was nearly as swift – and she stopped at each injured individual she came across, offering the healing proportions over and over again, until they were emptied. Tireless and unrelenting, she was a resilient back and forth bee; buzzing her way through lanes upon lanes, presiding in what little salvation she could.
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Melita distributes the healing waters.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
