to be lit up from within
vein by vein
While Melita was the bulldozing and violent fiend, Flora seemed to have tossed out enough, and they could move on to the next portion. Above the sea was another beautiful, intangible sort of serenity, and were she not out on some zealous mission and goal at present, the Honeybee might’ve taken the time to admire everything.Except now there were turtles.
She had a much softer spot for the gentle creatures than the little shit crabs, and wrinkled her nose at the prospect of potentially dispatching them too. Would they be bothered by the shells? She couldn’t fathom or imagine it impacting their migration pattern. “I say we try it,” she shrugged. If worst came to worst, they could figure something else out.
So she started heaving some of her own shells.
to be the sun
MELITA
