Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
At the question, she eyed the carrots, and then the spit. “I can, I suppose,” her nose wrinkling a little simply due to the materials she was working with. “It’s easier with a pan or a pot though.” Which she clearly didn’t have - vegetables hadn't been in the plan earlier.
But not to worry, Melita was a resourceful youth. Taking hold of the metal rod for a moment, on the end so she didn’t burn herself, she stabbed the carrots through one at a time, until they too joined the meat down the center.
Did it look foolish and stupid? Absolutely. Did the Honeybee care? Not really.
But not to worry, Melita was a resourceful youth. Taking hold of the metal rod for a moment, on the end so she didn’t burn herself, she stabbed the carrots through one at a time, until they too joined the meat down the center.
Did it look foolish and stupid? Absolutely. Did the Honeybee care? Not really.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
