Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
While Milo’s suggestion, before she headed out and wandered towards the pumpkins, was understood, they’d tried it within another years to no avail. “He’s attempted. But they don’t listen.” So she shook her head mutely and headed over the side, meat in hand, listening to Jack’s commands, assisting Locke in getting down from the tree. She gave the jaguar a firm pat on the head, and then maneuvered outward, running, attempting to attract attention.
“Over here!” And she waved the meat around, enough to gain eerie eyes flickering and falling to her, long limbs scattering and intertwining amidst the bizarre interfolds of the swamp – and then hurling the food as far as she could. While they twisted, turned, and gathered, she backed away, intending to return to the Ark just as quickly as she’d sauntered out.
“Over here!” And she waved the meat around, enough to gain eerie eyes flickering and falling to her, long limbs scattering and intertwining amidst the bizarre interfolds of the swamp – and then hurling the food as far as she could. While they twisted, turned, and gathered, she backed away, intending to return to the Ark just as quickly as she’d sauntered out.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
