Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
He accepted, and they could remain like that – gentled and humbled and sheltered. The tolerance and understanding of her words fueled her; and she nodded, clutching and holding and providing as best she could. She would be fine, and the rest too, as long as they ceased and desisted with each one of these stupefying angles and tactics. “So will you,” in time, in granules where he permitted himself to grieve, to recover, to heal. Maybe that’s what diversions were for, or maybe he just didn’t know what to do with his anguish. Melita never really understood either, other than moving forward, rather than lurking with her ghosts.
They provided motivation and love that she’d always cherished. She couldn’t possibly comprehend the layers of Nate’s – not after being tormented or tortured. It wasn’t the same.
She sighed then, as they coiled back from one another, and she clutched him a little harder with her hands resting on his shoulders. “But please take it easy.” Don’t be like Sunjata, who would rampage into oblivion and blood, demise and destruction, well before anything took hold. No opportunity for mending, when everything was broken and beaten. “Do you want any help in the clinic before I go?”
They provided motivation and love that she’d always cherished. She couldn’t possibly comprehend the layers of Nate’s – not after being tormented or tortured. It wasn’t the same.
She sighed then, as they coiled back from one another, and she clutched him a little harder with her hands resting on his shoulders. “But please take it easy.” Don’t be like Sunjata, who would rampage into oblivion and blood, demise and destruction, well before anything took hold. No opportunity for mending, when everything was broken and beaten. “Do you want any help in the clinic before I go?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
