to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She continued exploring, youthful and ebullient, a glowing resplendence along coasts and surf, relishing in the swell, the vibrancy, the connections from past worlds and homes to the here and now. The girl skipped, bounded, leapt along the sand, and would have relished in escalating the prowess and potential along the dunes, had a sad song not floated past her ears. Was something dying? Eyes on Fangorn, the only hint the poor gourd would receive before she dashed down the plain, her limbs reached and scalded, destined to not be the only one – a crowd emerging from the horizon. While her heart beat and ricocheted along her chest, her gaze instantly went to the outlines in the water, pondering the likelihoods of whatever foreboding essence careened through. Only thereafter did she and her companion scan the crowd, pressing for familiarity amongst the unknown, scattering and skimming until she settled and stood next to to be the sun
MELITA
