So here I am (just back from holiday) with a teaser!
This is part of a poem, the full version is in my next eBook – out this weekend: Strange Meetings
(as last week’s creative writing – this is pre final edit)
She walks down lanes; In silks and veils
Eyes shy and scared, and sharp as needles,
Cutting through silks; Or skin.
Her lips are hidden – With her secrets safe,
At her neck, the spirals begin.
Flowers in deep ink
Are cut and bleed & Curse her body.
She seeks a mate, not yet met
Her wanderings are endless nights
To find the one – she is meant to have.