Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Too many things, and not enough time.
Movements and motions upon clifftops. Stupidity and recklessness, tied and strung together on ruthless enterprises. Hearts with hatred and multitudes of abyss; lines of history none of them could possibly touch.
And then nothing but the open air, the rocky walls, and her teeth slammed together, grating together in the clench of her jaw.
Nate. Sunjata. Measures of emotions she couldn’t face, hands clenched down by her sides, echoes and fringes of things she wouldn’t give name to.
But she was a swift little ember after Adam took Nate (muzzled and chained and smothered), and her heart broke, racing down, down, down to shorelines. A rational mind understood he could shift. An impulsive mind wondered if he’d bother.
{Melita out!}
Movements and motions upon clifftops. Stupidity and recklessness, tied and strung together on ruthless enterprises. Hearts with hatred and multitudes of abyss; lines of history none of them could possibly touch.
And then nothing but the open air, the rocky walls, and her teeth slammed together, grating together in the clench of her jaw.
Nate. Sunjata. Measures of emotions she couldn’t face, hands clenched down by her sides, echoes and fringes of things she wouldn’t give name to.
But she was a swift little ember after Adam took Nate (muzzled and chained and smothered), and her heart broke, racing down, down, down to shorelines. A rational mind understood he could shift. An impulsive mind wondered if he’d bother.
{Melita out!}
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
