to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She stared up at the sky, arms spread out in an ungracious flop and heap, sand clinging to every soused inch of her, content with the revelation. The heat from the sun and the dunes was an enriching entanglement, and the youth sighed happily with the notion, with the parameters, with pretending, for an instant, that this could be the Dragon’s Throat. It only lasted for those mere, minute seconds, because she didn’t live here, because she wasn’t born here, because instead of dragons along the horizon, she could see the Hels floating aloft, and the sea extended too far – no oasis.Fangorn curled along her hip and she sighed. “What’s your next plan?” She proffered to Sunjata, knowing full well he wasn’t going to cease and desist at opening bars or boxing rings.
to be the sun
MELITA
