The parameter of temptation filled her handbag. Without calamity or flummery she strode boldly into the rainfall.

Wandering freely and forcefully she delayed at pools of endless wanting.

wanting and waiting she saw within herself the struggles- and quietly and quickly she stuffed them into her handbag.

Stuffed to the brim and oozing, flumuxed and fatigued, the day unfolded. Her boots were full of longing and moments later she was dead. Lying beneath the winter tree, wrapped in leaves and bracken she faded from  herself.

Moon shone upon her as the threads of her handbag unravelled.

Nov 2011