Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
It’d be your funeral, then sparked and sizzled in the youth’s mind – but they all knew better. Very few were honored in death here, amongst and amidst a world that regularly saw life skewered and gone. “Fun for me, I suppose,” and she slipped a shrug into the nuance, as if it didn’t matter.
Except it did – and the whirlwind embers of her life catered to the impulsive, to the rash, to the impetuous, to the bitter bold; because some days all she had was herself.
Her eyes caught the wayward movements, the way she’d told her to aim with her eyes and apparently did none of that. A heavy sigh sauntered through her chest and she shook her head, placing the arrow she’d been intending to notch right back into the quiver. “Are you only looking at the top of it?” Her head tilted and then a snort rallied through, uncertain if it was irritation, exasperation, or everything else melded in between. “The center. That’s where you want to go. Everything else is easier after that.” Thereafter, on swift motions, the youth grabbed hold of the weapon again, aimed, and fired – the illustrious wake taking hold of the obsidian shadows and the moonlit decadence, and slamming into the rock’s massive middle once more.
Except it did – and the whirlwind embers of her life catered to the impulsive, to the rash, to the impetuous, to the bitter bold; because some days all she had was herself.
Her eyes caught the wayward movements, the way she’d told her to aim with her eyes and apparently did none of that. A heavy sigh sauntered through her chest and she shook her head, placing the arrow she’d been intending to notch right back into the quiver. “Are you only looking at the top of it?” Her head tilted and then a snort rallied through, uncertain if it was irritation, exasperation, or everything else melded in between. “The center. That’s where you want to go. Everything else is easier after that.” Thereafter, on swift motions, the youth grabbed hold of the weapon again, aimed, and fired – the illustrious wake taking hold of the obsidian shadows and the moonlit decadence, and slamming into the rock’s massive middle once more.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
