Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Gods, she’d fucked up a bit this time.
While contemplating her life choices, the youth wandered – unfolding back into the greenery, into the sustenance and substance of life, teeming and scheming with possibilities. Perhaps she was wilder than before now, haphazard with her roaming thoughts and idle concentration, only nymph-like based on muscle memory alone, lifting bare feet over roots and ferns, over entangled filaments, over jungle warrens. Maybe it would be best to become lost in this haze here too, to become one with the trees, the greenery, the wildlife, and forget, for just one moment, that she’d promised to do something a bit more deadly, a bit more treacherous, a bit more stupid than she’d done before.
Fangorn grumbled from beside her, and she shifted the quiver on her back, leaning down to pat and scratch the top of his head while she continued barreling onward. “I know,” she whispered, murmured, either to him or to herself. And the answers to her current issues weren’t going to be found in here, but maybe today was for curiosity. For something else besides the tremulous, tempestuous apprehension spiraling through her blood.
While contemplating her life choices, the youth wandered – unfolding back into the greenery, into the sustenance and substance of life, teeming and scheming with possibilities. Perhaps she was wilder than before now, haphazard with her roaming thoughts and idle concentration, only nymph-like based on muscle memory alone, lifting bare feet over roots and ferns, over entangled filaments, over jungle warrens. Maybe it would be best to become lost in this haze here too, to become one with the trees, the greenery, the wildlife, and forget, for just one moment, that she’d promised to do something a bit more deadly, a bit more treacherous, a bit more stupid than she’d done before.
Fangorn grumbled from beside her, and she shifted the quiver on her back, leaning down to pat and scratch the top of his head while she continued barreling onward. “I know,” she whispered, murmured, either to him or to herself. And the answers to her current issues weren’t going to be found in here, but maybe today was for curiosity. For something else besides the tremulous, tempestuous apprehension spiraling through her blood.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
