Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The Honeybee stood at the threshold of the banner and aperture, staring upwards, blatantly ignoring everyone else flickering in and amongst the eaves of the maze.
Weird.
And though, given circumstances, recent events, and anything else experience might have told her, she didn’t give it any other thoughts or notions. Maybe it was a bizarre, open invitation – like that wheel of fortune from before, or that damned creepy ass house with the little monsters inside. Though the sketchy lady had been sorta nice, after.
And there was only one way to find out.
So in she stepped, companions close at her heels.
Weird.
And though, given circumstances, recent events, and anything else experience might have told her, she didn’t give it any other thoughts or notions. Maybe it was a bizarre, open invitation – like that wheel of fortune from before, or that damned creepy ass house with the little monsters inside. Though the sketchy lady had been sorta nice, after.
And there was only one way to find out.
So in she stepped, companions close at her heels.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
