Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Most of the Grounds could fall apart at the seams and the Honeybee would’ve remained wholly indifferent to its destruction. Pockets of good memories could be collected and stored, but they were so few and far between that she didn’t bother most of the time – Sunjata seemed to do most of the heavy lifting when it came to doldrums.
Unaware of why he was laughing about Phoebe, because maybe the question was ludicrous or maybe it bordered on walking into a landmine, her brows raised. “Gross,” she uttered, to nothing in particular, or everything – it was difficult to say. “She was all right when we went to the Climb and found rubies,” and her own greedy little hands had snagged at what she could.
As for Ludo – her memories fogged and recollected and then spun around. “All good,” she figured, intending to utilize that damned feather in her bag for something, eventually.
Unaware of why he was laughing about Phoebe, because maybe the question was ludicrous or maybe it bordered on walking into a landmine, her brows raised. “Gross,” she uttered, to nothing in particular, or everything – it was difficult to say. “She was all right when we went to the Climb and found rubies,” and her own greedy little hands had snagged at what she could.
As for Ludo – her memories fogged and recollected and then spun around. “All good,” she figured, intending to utilize that damned feather in her bag for something, eventually.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
