past lives of mine (in no order):
1. a frilly, shallow monarch, eyeing up one of the dukes. he catches her indulging in strawberries and cream in the palace gazebo, and sinfully whisks her to his chambers.
2. a smokey performer in the early thirties, downing giggle juice and reapplying lipstick. tangled up with the mafia, a plaything in disguise, clad in fishnets and satin.
3. a sea captain with a ruddy complexion and a collection of stripy scarves. a northern wind sways the vessel, promising a cruel and bitter storm. i bask in a frosty moonlight, the sea frothing and groaning.
4. a starry-eyed nymph, hidden away in a small grove that lines a snaking red river. the river churns and bubbles. her skin glitters in the sun, tinted pistachio green. the sun flits through branches, and embraces her.
5. a guitarist with rainbow patches and saggy jeans, strolling the city with a lover in hand. how she meets her end is unimportant; she lives in the moment. she wears her hair curlier than before.