to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita’s “leadership” probably left a lot to be desired – often simply gathering those who liked to unfurl chaos and bedlam as much as she did. Those circumstances, of course, would land them in some hot water not so far into the future.But for now, shopping.
Having no parents to procure for, and her uncle being the closest blood relative, Melita could only relate so much. Her mother would’ve been easy though – something with healing provisions or cozy, comfortable notions. Her father, who’d abandoned them before they could even walk, could eat shit.
“Oh, yeah, I get that,” she hastened. “Is there something they like?”
to be the sun
MELITA
