to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Any of the highlighted, amusing efforts seemed to dim now, and it was truly her own fault. There was a sullen sigh wrapped in amongst all her other breaths, brow furrowing at her actions, at her dominion, at ruining a perfectly fine evening of booze and marshmallows and stupid stories that should’ve just stayed that way. But she could hear his question over the inferno, and she frowned, picking at a piece of bark on the log she sat upon. “The dead attacked their loved ones.” Why she bore the scar down the trace of her spine; lightning askewed and puckered, why all the inward ones still reflected sometimes in the press of her heart and ribs.“Kisamoa drowned or something afterwards. People tried to save him.” I don’t know why she wanted to offer, but maybe they were still immersed in pretending this wasn’t part of her life. Half a smile emerged, with a shrug embedded in there too. “I liked yours better.”
to be the sun
MELITA
