Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Beyond the bend were the springs themselves, and as they walked further along, in between gore crows and the unknown, came the soothing, and slightly humid, airs of the pools. Stepping forward was like a breath of fresh air, if only because she’d never seen a treacherous wake in the grounds of the remedial abyss. By way of either audacity or experienced comfort, the youth put her bow away, plucking the notched arrow off the strand and back into the quiver. “There ya go,” and she extended her arm in a modest presentation of the bubbling bath before them.
Without preamble, she placed her bag on a nearby boulder, Fangorn following dutifully as the guard pumpkin, and then she dipped her toes in, content to hum at the pleasant feeling along her feet. “Oh yeah, the nightmares are sometimes a thing. It will take memories too, if you need them gone,” and she shrugged her shoulders, having been one of the many who’d had one wiped away from her mind.
The next subject line hastened forth a sigh though. “Of course. The fucking war.” Melita paused, gilded eyes flickering across the terrain, fingers clenching over the dirt and stone. “It wasn’t always like this.”
Without preamble, she placed her bag on a nearby boulder, Fangorn following dutifully as the guard pumpkin, and then she dipped her toes in, content to hum at the pleasant feeling along her feet. “Oh yeah, the nightmares are sometimes a thing. It will take memories too, if you need them gone,” and she shrugged her shoulders, having been one of the many who’d had one wiped away from her mind.
The next subject line hastened forth a sigh though. “Of course. The fucking war.” Melita paused, gilded eyes flickering across the terrain, fingers clenching over the dirt and stone. “It wasn’t always like this.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
