For the sake of organisation I will be progressively (and in no particular order) moving my earlier works onto this blog. I begin with "Prose I".
She stood there, her smooth right hand raised and pressing ever so
lightly against the wall-long, wall-high window, as if it would shatter
by her delicate, wilful touch. Beyond, the midnight city skyline
glittered with a universe of lights, each seemingly a tragicomedy of a
life. Her thoughtful emerald eyes panned across this illuminated
metropolis, peaked by stately high-rises, and she remarked to herself
something indistinct.
Hers was a beauty that commanded respect
and did not exude a mundane lust. Though made-up, it was quite
unnecessary; her lightly rouged cheeks, darkly shadowed, mascaraed eyes
and thulian pink lips were merely embellished out of convention. Indeed,
her deeply black, backless evening gown, which accentuated her
lithesome figure, appeared to wear her. She knew that she was
attractive, but regarded it as nothing more than an accident and hardly
thought much else of it.
She turned round, gracefully, and studied the body on the floor, eyes penetrating and meaningful.
M.M. — Februarius MMIX
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