Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
“You’re perfect,” the honeybee whispered into the wind and blankets, towards a dragon beginning to wrap her threshold into the bounty of connected and conjoined souls. “You both are,” as she gazed at Fangorn too, and they were a collective force, mighty and fierce, ferocious and enduring, strong and unbreakable, in ways that even Melita couldn’t even begin to describe. She just knew, in the swell of her heart and the unmistakable melee of intertwined bonds.
“Let’s get you home,” and with that she rose, delicately holding the hatchling in the grasp of towels and blankets, while the gourd bobbed along her feet, and the meat was a festive, billowing element to the rest of their movements. She could ignore the howls of laughter or the echoes of the sea for another day – when they’d be nestled and safe along the outcropping of rocks and the promise of tomorrow.
{FIN <3}
“Let’s get you home,” and with that she rose, delicately holding the hatchling in the grasp of towels and blankets, while the gourd bobbed along her feet, and the meat was a festive, billowing element to the rest of their movements. She could ignore the howls of laughter or the echoes of the sea for another day – when they’d be nestled and safe along the outcropping of rocks and the promise of tomorrow.
{FIN <3}
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
