MELITA
Just like that nearly earned a smile, but she had to curve and curb away from the impact hastening towards her side; ribs instantly smarting as he responded – a dull ache a vivid reminder that she had to do more than offensive procedures, even though the notion of defense always seemed like a novel concept to her. Go all in, with zero calculations, had settled within her from a very young, tender age, and had yet to fully scrape away from her maneuvers, or from her impulsive gambits. “How do I tell when they’re going to retaliate though?” Where to look? Where to glance? It couldn’t be mere fortune all the time (and in her case, it rarely was).Another breath and she stepped into motions again, a frenetic little pulse in the back of her mind yearning to be set alight. But now wasn’t the time for ignition, kindling, or stoking the vicious fire – these were instances for guidance and reflection, as much as she detested keeping herself in check. Instead, the youth leaned into another shuffle of her limbs, modest control, constantly, consistently in motion, before attempting a punch towards his right shoulder, deliberately careening with a rush of zealousness. The honeybee craved to be one of those unpredictable, vicious little vipers, bludgeoning before they could ever touch her, or one of her cherished brethren – the world afraid to even dare.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
