MELITA
And then it was on again – feet clambering across roofs, Fangorn grumbling behind her (probably something about the whole affair being dangerous, but the honeybee didn’t really care). Long limbs swept over tiles, listening to the sound of them rankling under her feet, light and airy, born to run and race and barrage the world with every scorching footstep – Following after Paige, laughing, hollering and whooping loudly to the disdain or fear of people below. And only then, as they were coming to the end of one of the buildings, and towards the next, did she dash and leap, accustomed and attuned to the whims of the tops. When given the right moment, the honeybee applied her dexterity, her comfort level, her outreach, to try and see if she could snag at Paige with stretched fingers and winsome giggles.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
