to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Things were better. Things were brighter. Things were looking up.So it was no wonder that the sound of music echoing across the Haulani drew the pair (youth and pumpkin) forth, a moth to a flame again and again. There were crowds and rackets, light and song, and she was all the more compelled, in her mischief, in her wonder, in her awe, to glean at the newest addition too.
Something the likes she’d never seen – and she tried to peek around various people in the crowd, jostling between elbows and open avenues, until she’d managed to pick and careen her way along the throng and mass of other inquiring onlookers. With Fangorn in her arms, Melita poked her head into the fray, pondering what was happening, what was occurring, and the purpose of the table – and the crimson sheet.
Like blood. Like fire. Like wine. Like a siren-call.
And amidst and amongst her brethren, she stayed to see, to watch, to marvel.
to be the sun
MELITA
