to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She ignored the rest now, tucking her offerings away, for later, as there were movements, motions, torn asunder – playful intonations instead of the world pressing down heavily on shoulders. Whims, capricious, mercurial, circumvented and coiled, and for once in a long while, Melita allowed herself to laugh. Enticed and tempted into the fervor, without forethought to any dangers, to any alarm, to any ominous fathoms, the youth inveigled herself into the play, grabbing hold of Fangorn in her arms, and traipsing along the outside of the cathedral. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” She crooned, a light giggle in her chest, eyes searching up and down along the sea glass arches and spires, hoping to catch just a subtle glimpse of rags or masks.to be the sun
MELITA
