but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Then show it sizzled behind her teeth. Then prove it seared along her tongue. None of the sparking embers took flight though, save for a deep sigh. These were stepping stones, rather than roadblocks, learning curves for the both of them, and she’d take what miniscule efforts she could. Whether or not it would segment into something would remain to be seen – future events, ramparts, triumphs, conquests, disasters, and ruins – the tides of compulsion and the biting, bickering, bitter unknown.
She tampered down on the currents sliding and clawing within her, containing the storm, the hurricane, as she breathed easier; their impasse and catalyst solidified. More topics, more parameters, and her eyes maneuvered away from the floor and the rest of the void. “Wash it in the Miana Pool, and then leave it overnight at the shrine.” Where it could sit and wait, untouched and untarnished, while the rest of the land partied and set the world ablaze; indifferent to the weights hanging precariously on several fronts. “I’ll go see Ludo again when Flowerbirth is here.”
She tampered down on the currents sliding and clawing within her, containing the storm, the hurricane, as she breathed easier; their impasse and catalyst solidified. More topics, more parameters, and her eyes maneuvered away from the floor and the rest of the void. “Wash it in the Miana Pool, and then leave it overnight at the shrine.” Where it could sit and wait, untouched and untarnished, while the rest of the land partied and set the world ablaze; indifferent to the weights hanging precariously on several fronts. “I’ll go see Ludo again when Flowerbirth is here.”
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
