to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Yes, you are.” Stronger than illusions, than the fantasies a mind could conjure, could exploit, could snap and sizzle. She hadn’t been, once, chasing down ramparts and hastening for violence. It was brutal and barbaric, the way her memories chafed and bristled against her, and she swallowed down an avaricious gulp of air, as if that would waylay the recollections of her own living, breathing hell. “Could you tell me what you see?” Head tilted, as if curious, as if yearning to know, instead of just earning and craving a distraction from the cataclysms warring through skin and flesh.She clenched hard over the bracelet on her wrist though, as he chanted words that might have very little meaning if he couldn’t remain in control. She could imagine the flames on her quiver springing to life, granting him exactly what he wanted, but at a severe deprivation. Melita considered Amun a friend; but she’d protect herself. She always would.
You can’t have me; defiant to the world, senses alight, ready to ignite.
to be the sun
MELITA
