to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita was far more involved in the rhapsody, and the melodies orchestrated by the crew, then Jack’s muffled amusements and gruff calls for something else. The honeybee only paused momentarily, because she’d fully intended to reach higher screeching decibels with Aurelia, to loft her opinions on the matter back to the captain. “The sounds aren’t going to get any better!” And she laughed, swaying, along the deck, half from alcohol, half from the motions, settling herself back down into a chair and tipping her head back towards Milo’s beats. With more giggles and chuckles, she continued the song, ignoring Jack’s request for another tune. “Shave his belly with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a rusty razor, oh shave his belly with a rusty razor, earlye in the morninnnnnn’!” Expecting everyone else to chime in, the girl continued, persisting in her wild abandon without a god damned care in the world. “Way, hay up she rises, way, hay up she rises, way, hay up she risesssss, earlye in the morning!”
to be the sun
MELITA
