to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The Hollowed Grounds had been where she started, but not where she would end. Portals and pulls, chased away by demons and denizens, until finally there were other opportunities, beyond slabs of ruins and columns of despair. “Did you like it?” She wondered aloud, the rhythm of the hammer methodical, the blast of motion and potential vehemence a hum to her veins. Fangorn seemed to preen and glow at the compliment, though it was likely difficult to tell, given the state of his current efforts with the boards.With only a singular piece of wood left, the honeybee youth smiled, thoroughly amused. “You’re welcome!” A chirp, and then another thump and bang of her hammer, content to bludgeon for lifetimes. Distractions, distractions, distractions, from the multitudes of grief and sorrow and dramatics - simple, and not nearly as muddling or confusing as the rest of the world.
to be the sun
MELITA
