- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
A sharp slice of memory sluices her toe-tips, a jab of jade which creeps and cups her heels in opulent folds, coercing her.
A juice infused with malachite and shattered emeralds, the liquid vineyard where crystal drinks flow cold and in abundance, parches her.
A spillage and spoil of spectral brides in shredded lace with flaxen hair and ivory veils and sugared frills melt around her.
In salty, silvered digs she sinks through sand, lit by sun, fringed by frost, milky skin bleaching to pearl, washed and set free.