countdown 'til you come off your rails

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Tragedies in a lack of vehemence and violence prompted another laugh, and she dusted her hands off, picking at a splinter shoved beneath some portion of skin. While she inspected it, still giggling, not particularly daunted by the irritation, she snorted. “Exactly! Well, maybe I have to go back simply for the chance to try again.” Nails catching over the small portion of wood, she pulled it free, then lifted her head, surveying the work they’d managed to accomplish in a short period of time.

She shrugged at the suggestion, because she didn’t know which path or road she was rambling towards, not with everything else littered around them. Not with a sickness building and brewing. Not with her family knocked and hastened down, down, down. Time would tell. The other offer though was enough to gauge her interest, sentiments of a grin rising once more. “Famished!”

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun