Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She echoed a response around her pastry – otherwise occupied with stuffing it in her face, she can only adequately encompass a muffled agreement. They’d all seen some weird shit, but this was tame in comparison. Enjoyable. The honeybee swallowed down another piece before attempting to speak again. “Yeah. It reminds me of the little Ludo play.” Amalia had once put it on – back before. Something in her heart lurched, face beginning to fall for a moment, permitting the babies to become a distraction, a deterrent, from the sudden aches. “Quiet is nice,” even if neither of the twins seemed to enjoy such a sentiment. She almost permitted you deserve it to drop from her thoughts, but the moment was shattered with piercing cries.
She did manage to grab Rom, gently, hesitantly, as if she might drop the poor thing and then there’d been even more crying – soothing and pacifying as best she could – Fangorn’s vines ensuring some quick work with maneuvering pieces.
Then they could settle once more, and enjoy these little peaceful blips within the world.
{FIN}
She did manage to grab Rom, gently, hesitantly, as if she might drop the poor thing and then there’d been even more crying – soothing and pacifying as best she could – Fangorn’s vines ensuring some quick work with maneuvering pieces.
Then they could settle once more, and enjoy these little peaceful blips within the world.
{FIN}
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
