Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita’s days were full of the foolish and nonsensical, for anyone but herself – submerged in endless parading, mischief, and immature joviality found nestled in the roots of her being. While others might have forged families, found themselves upon councils, or tangled up in other knotted, gnarled things, the Honeybee kept to her seditious traditions.
“All right Sila, let it fly!” erupted over the birdsong within nestled parameters of the jungle, and the young companion on her shoulder did just that. Flames unfurled from the dragon’s open mouth, pinpointed solely on a dried up, sad-looking plant that had died some months before.
Which meant it unraveled into a crispy portion of ferns, diminishing within moments upon the forest floor. “Well done!” was an overenthusiastic clamor of accomplishment, but perhaps the more Melita pursued angles of Sila’s confidence, maybe the potential would be more than just prospective prowess.
“All right Sila, let it fly!” erupted over the birdsong within nestled parameters of the jungle, and the young companion on her shoulder did just that. Flames unfurled from the dragon’s open mouth, pinpointed solely on a dried up, sad-looking plant that had died some months before.
Which meant it unraveled into a crispy portion of ferns, diminishing within moments upon the forest floor. “Well done!” was an overenthusiastic clamor of accomplishment, but perhaps the more Melita pursued angles of Sila’s confidence, maybe the potential would be more than just prospective prowess.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
