Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
More and more scattered in their wake, disastrous and foolish, and her grin grew larger and wider the higher the splash, the more ridiculous the sounds. Sprays of color and fumes of the warm springs curled and contorted upon banks, and she half-hoped the rocks would find their own path, chaotic and frenzies, a jumbled, haphazard mess.
As far as titles and sovereignties, the youth couldn’t help but snort involuntarily. “Fuck that. I wouldn’t even want to lead one.” Which no one should ever worry about, given who she was as a person, but there it was, regardless. She turned over the other thoughts in her head too, the smile losing its wake, brows becoming furrowed again. “I don’t think so. Not yet anyway.” Nothing she’d heard, no words spoken in between whispers and rumors along the docks or upon the sands.
As far as titles and sovereignties, the youth couldn’t help but snort involuntarily. “Fuck that. I wouldn’t even want to lead one.” Which no one should ever worry about, given who she was as a person, but there it was, regardless. She turned over the other thoughts in her head too, the smile losing its wake, brows becoming furrowed again. “I don’t think so. Not yet anyway.” Nothing she’d heard, no words spoken in between whispers and rumors along the docks or upon the sands.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
