to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Sweetness, kindness, generosity, and benevolence weren’t direct fixtures of the path, but they’d been marred, dragged, and covered with the spitfire vehemence of every ember she’d learned to wield. Protection from the way worlds had damned and stolen from her, snagged at the loved ones in her grasp, tearing them apart with bare hands and then coming for her thereafter. But Melita didn’t let the land do the same to her – she raised her chin and defied logic, odds, and defeat with such impudent, insouciant boldness that she survived, somehow.It didn’t mean she hadn’t been hurt along the way, just that the molten flames lingered far too often for her to give way to the pain.
While she would’ve dearly loved to cherish an old friend’s return, wrap her arms around him too and laugh and entice and lure with all the generous wonders of the earth, the rancor was too harsh and the bitterness too unrelenting. Confusion amidst the turmoil had been a culmination too, and her brows furrowed as he turned, billowed away, and she pondered if this truly was a ghost, and he’d simply recede into the hollow walls.
Moved to Halo. After…didn’t give her much clarity.
Her hand grasped the drink tighter, and she moved to his table with all the passion and ardor of her former life, and the daring parallels too, grabbing hold of a nearby chair and plunking down in it. Fangorn did his best not to glance at the dog, wrapping his viney tendrils around the leg of the vessel, and Sila’s tail was the only visible thing behind Melita’s curtain of hair.
Perhaps she was meant to invoke sympathy, but for what, she didn’t know. “I thought you were dead,” spiraled out of her instead – waiting for some other frame of explanation.
to be the sun
MELITA
