Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
For half a moment, she wondered if she should be mad at him again. Become a thundering bit of stone and fire, rip and tear him apart at the seams – for keeping this away for so long. For portions and pieces of Nate locked away, corded off, for no one else to see.
But she didn’t – mostly because she understood why. If she’d had artifacts of her mother, of her sister, wouldn’t she have done the same? Instead, all she had were figments and memories, lullabies and laughter, swift butterflies careening around herbs, sweet voices that echoed from time to time, and songs hummed behind her teeth.
At least here there was diction, words, writing, from Nate’s own hand, striving to carry out some semblance of his motivations and goals that weren’t derived from warfare or animosity. She sniffled something back, wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye, and her fingers scraped over the trinket, clutching it hard in the palm of her hand. “Good. Because I don’t know the first thing about healing,” followed by a warbly, watery laugh at the multiple meanings.
But she didn’t – mostly because she understood why. If she’d had artifacts of her mother, of her sister, wouldn’t she have done the same? Instead, all she had were figments and memories, lullabies and laughter, swift butterflies careening around herbs, sweet voices that echoed from time to time, and songs hummed behind her teeth.
At least here there was diction, words, writing, from Nate’s own hand, striving to carry out some semblance of his motivations and goals that weren’t derived from warfare or animosity. She sniffled something back, wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye, and her fingers scraped over the trinket, clutching it hard in the palm of her hand. “Good. Because I don’t know the first thing about healing,” followed by a warbly, watery laugh at the multiple meanings.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
