to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She shimmied back on down, and the Cheshire grin remained firmly in place. “One more round,” like a little promise and conviction made on embers and coals.Then he began counting down, and she decided to be a little shit.
She ran, ran, and ran, booking it towards the water, Fangorn following close behind. They were likely giving away some portion of their whereabouts, but within a matter of moments it wouldn’t matter anyway. Stepping towards the embankment, and taking the pumpkin into her arms, the youth placed her feet on the lake’s surface. Due to the anklet, the charms bobbing neatly along her skin, the honeybee didn’t fall through, but instead glided, floated, along its veneer, lightly touching, skimming, until she and the gourd were utterly consumed by fog.
to be the sun
MELITA
