spilt ilk

…

she’s of that kind
that likes ink, the spill
of it, the thrill of it, the will
of it to smear itself to page in
love or tears or rage. she’s cut
from indigo sky-cloth, swathed
in cloudskin. Trimmed in stars
and Lake
-dipped quill.
 

..
A third offering for the Quadrille over at dVerse. Come play! 

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