to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She could hear the squawking, but understood nothing established from it – a shrug of her shoulders, an arch of her brow, and then total incomprehension. Otherwise, she watched the arrow hit its target this time, still not grand, not great, but better than before, and that could count for something. The bird was felled, careening towards the sand, one more collected. “Do you want anymore?” Capable, hopefully, of taking them apart, rendering them incomprehensible, battered, and burnt, by the time the embers of her arrow segmented and pierced.The gourd, enticed and inveigled by the play, continuing leaping and bounding, stretching out his vines to grab hold of nearby rocks as Haai booped them. A conspiring growl echoed through the beast’s enigmatic face, before casting themselves near rocks and dunes again, as if hiding (but difficult to do – out there on mostly open sands).
to be the sun
MELITA
