MELITA
“Just means one less competitor for us,” she whispered back to Phoebe, as if this was a game that required such conspiring. Her eyes tracked the movement of the fiery rope, then the beckoning outcry, taking her place in line with a skip, a hop, and a bound.A portion of her emboldened, audacious self nearly saw fit to be an outright ass and just glide underneath it, but then again, if she seditiously carved her way around, her fortune probably would mean her hair caught on the ends of it or something. That’d be embarrassing.
So she did her best bending backwards, complete with a wave to any onlookers.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts