AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia loses herself to the grasp of small vines and tendrils, that hook to her every wayward step. She rips through them in a spirit that rivals Melita's, not to be stopped or halted, not even by herself this time. The laughter behind her has her peering over her shoulder, and a brightness alights her own voice, giddy and carefree for once.
Her fingers grasp at stems that reach out for her in the same manner, windswept and weightless, and she plucks their flowers. She calculates, though her steps hardly slow. As Melita passes by her, a dusting of grassy petals will be tossed over her wake, to cling to her rosy curls of hair and dandelion laughs.
Aurelia finally reaches the center of the field and brings herself to a stop, watching with a smile Melita's graceful leaps and bounds. "Hah! Wouldn't you like to know?"
Unceremoniously, she flops into the grasses to catch her breath. "A swamp!" She announces, sitting up to watch for Melita, "and a hundred-year-old witch! She told me my fortune," she says this as if she is telling a tall tale, as if it is a made up story, wound up, even though it definitely isn't. "You'll never guess what she said."
Her fingers grasp at stems that reach out for her in the same manner, windswept and weightless, and she plucks their flowers. She calculates, though her steps hardly slow. As Melita passes by her, a dusting of grassy petals will be tossed over her wake, to cling to her rosy curls of hair and dandelion laughs.
Aurelia finally reaches the center of the field and brings herself to a stop, watching with a smile Melita's graceful leaps and bounds. "Hah! Wouldn't you like to know?"
Unceremoniously, she flops into the grasses to catch her breath. "A swamp!" She announces, sitting up to watch for Melita, "and a hundred-year-old witch! She told me my fortune," she says this as if she is telling a tall tale, as if it is a made up story, wound up, even though it definitely isn't. "You'll never guess what she said."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
