Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita might have commented on the star writing (what the fuck?), or asked his name, had she not immediately been rendered asunder by a nap. Luckily for her, the stranger had clearly taken pity on her predicament, as she found herself on the cozy earthen floor, rather than her head striking a rock or something. “Shit. Sorry. I don’t think I have a full grasp on it yet,” or ever would, if we were being serious.
Rising and stretching from the sudden rest, she yawned and watched as his arrow went wide. “Well, we’re both doing fantastic.” Rolling her shoulders, she tried again – only this time, instead of anything going remotely near the tree, the unfamiliar lad would find himself quite rejuvenated, healed, and mended from any aches or pains.
Rising and stretching from the sudden rest, she yawned and watched as his arrow went wide. “Well, we’re both doing fantastic.” Rolling her shoulders, she tried again – only this time, instead of anything going remotely near the tree, the unfamiliar lad would find himself quite rejuvenated, healed, and mended from any aches or pains.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun