to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Others scrambled and muttered, and she remained steadfast, solid, in her choice. The youth guarded it, waiting for something else to occur, for another to be drawn into its aura – but naught occurred. A single challenger and defendant, which was fine with the honeybee too. All that came thereafter was a word clambering through her senses.Guess.
Guess what? What was contained inside? What they were all doing here? What this thing was truly even about?
But she hadn’t cared, and the lure, the enticement, was too great for her avaricious mind. She went for the former, and wondered, pondered. Was wildflowers too obvious? “Perfume,” she answered instead, before conjuring any further thoughts.
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Melita guesses perfume!
to be the sun
MELITA
