Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
She fed on his twitch and tremors, permitted it to kindle and incite and fuel whatever age-old, primordial anger still existed in her chest. A thunderous boom in her heart – she could just lunge at him, and it’d be over. Her fingers still held the glass firmly, tightly, but it could so easily turn into a weapon of its own. The way he said Nate’s name, of things, caused such a ripple of emotion, hurt under all the wrath, the contempt, the rage, that it came sputtering and spewing outwards. “His things? And it took you this long?” Perhaps she should’ve been more sensitive about it – because he must’ve been grieving, all tied and held up in his little fucking shelter that Nate couldn’t even stay within.
But gods, she’d lost him too. So had everyone else that remained tethered to those lines of hurt and injustice.
But gods, she’d lost him too. So had everyone else that remained tethered to those lines of hurt and injustice.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
