MELITA
They were so good.She didn’t even try to hide that all-encompassing and menacing smile crawling across her features. The gloating wouldn’t cease, and she preened much like a cat as she walked across the deck, watching the bones surface, and taking the time to flip them the bird. Another round of triumphant pats glossed upon the shoulders of her fellow compatriots, and it was a nice moment of blissful shittery.
Thereafter, there were rocks and such to plonk into the water, and she did so with all the exultation of a relishing shithead. It’d been a long while since such immense and rapacious contentment had fueled her; perhaps this trip was precisely what she’d needed. And no one was buried under any ducks.
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Melita gloats and helps put stones in.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
