to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The evening came and stayed, with every wicked promise lingering in between starless skies. And perhaps just as malicious and seditious, the Honeybee stared back up from her perch in the sand, toes dug into its depths, bottle of booze slung in her hand. The bonfire lurched from overhead, and Sila fed it proudly with flames and some new weight to her confidence, and Fangorn joined the sentiments with waving vines and grumbles.Her eyes flickered from LongNight abyss to the gathered drunks further down the beach lane; caterwauling and singing horrible, some sea shanty she could’ve shared in, had her mood not been melancholic. There were things to celebrate, like survival and life, another year without all of them falling into death and damnation. But the youth was listless now more than ever, and her eyes narrowed slightly, raising her glass to nothingness. “Cheers,” she muttered and mumbled, before taking another swig.
to be the sun
MELITA
