Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
On tiptoes and edges, she peered further into the water, fingers delicately nudging a board caught along some stones, careful not to leave them in for too long, uncertain if she’d be burned (do embers, do flames, catch fire from another?), and opting not to completely risk it. Eventually it came free, and she lifted the object, turning it over for inspection (it wouldn’t last or hold for anything – reminding her briefly of Mae and her salted bow), and only thereafter, lifting her gilded eyes back to Milo.
“Oh. Do you enjoy it?” She made no mention of Zeph; whom she still had a bone to pick with, wondering if it was worth the imminent agony, of pushing, of pulling, of irritating and boiling over, or to let it go. She’d always had a difficult time with grudges.
She walked towards the cart, depositing the flattened board there, dusting off her hands in search of something else. His inquiry brought her attention away from the embankment, musing over how to best answer. “Brief lulls of tranquility – before monsoons and ghost whales were upon us.” The honeybee wild-child would allow Milo to interpret that as he wished. “Saiden said its different each time.” She shrugged; still not quite certain how to gauge and weight the experience with herself.
“Oh. Do you enjoy it?” She made no mention of Zeph; whom she still had a bone to pick with, wondering if it was worth the imminent agony, of pushing, of pulling, of irritating and boiling over, or to let it go. She’d always had a difficult time with grudges.
She walked towards the cart, depositing the flattened board there, dusting off her hands in search of something else. His inquiry brought her attention away from the embankment, musing over how to best answer. “Brief lulls of tranquility – before monsoons and ghost whales were upon us.” The honeybee wild-child would allow Milo to interpret that as he wished. “Saiden said its different each time.” She shrugged; still not quite certain how to gauge and weight the experience with herself.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
