Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Melita, effervescent and wild as ever, skipped along her way to the Rainbow Road, bag and weaponry over her shoulder. Fangorn toddled and bumbled and bopped right alongside, used to relentless way the honeybee traveled and traversed over the land. She half-intended to be on the lookout for any stray gourds, as they often ran into them around this time of year, but with nothing on the horizon, she flickered and floated towards the blended, hued section, infamous for its hot water – maybe to clear her head, and keep herself occupied with an impending task.
Whether or not she’d decided the subject matter hadn’t crossed her mind yet, and then she was distracted entirely by the familiar form up ahead. Though he looked less inclined to linger by the pools – given his ever-changing facial expressions. “Hi Darkeye!” She waved from the other side, before staking her claim on a boulder nearby, and propping herself and her companion along the top of it. “What brings you out here today?”
Whether or not she’d decided the subject matter hadn’t crossed her mind yet, and then she was distracted entirely by the familiar form up ahead. Though he looked less inclined to linger by the pools – given his ever-changing facial expressions. “Hi Darkeye!” She waved from the other side, before staking her claim on a boulder nearby, and propping herself and her companion along the top of it. “What brings you out here today?”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
