Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She didn’t hide her disappointment, the brightened portions immediately dimming the moment it became clear that the task was over. But rather than arguing, bartering, or trying to entice Ru further into rampant chases of vehemence and violence, the youth just nodded, putting her bow away. “Okay,” came on quieter edges, trying to pacify the restlessness deep in her bones. “That sounds nice,” resisting the urge of something else building behind her eyes – maybe loneliness, maybe a strange isolation she found herself in sometimes.
But she picked her features back up, nullifying whatever emotions had misted there. “Thank you for helping! And good luck with whatever you’re doing next!” And the Honeybee paced away with a forced grin and a whimsical wave, uncertain what she’d been struck by. Perhaps pieces of family.
And with that, companions in tow, they’d saunter out of the muck and grime, swamp rat in hand.
{FIN}
But she picked her features back up, nullifying whatever emotions had misted there. “Thank you for helping! And good luck with whatever you’re doing next!” And the Honeybee paced away with a forced grin and a whimsical wave, uncertain what she’d been struck by. Perhaps pieces of family.
And with that, companions in tow, they’d saunter out of the muck and grime, swamp rat in hand.
{FIN}
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
