White Shoes.

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She had this sway to her step. She slept in crisp white linen that matched her shoes, sashayed in silk robes and let her nipples free to pierce through her sarong. Her penthouse filled with paint stains and dark shadows from the journeys travelled in hew white shoes.

Chasing a dream with hopes of one day being called a queen. She didn’t always know which side of the road, would lead to the pot of gold. Stepping forward towards her unknowing victim who would be trapped in her system.

Trapped by the bittersweet aftertaste of the devouring allure drenched in her aura. Her beauty more hypnotic than Medusa at her greatest.

Enter her world, queen of the universe in her four white walls. A scent of purple pedals she left behind.

Written by Michelle Mooka

Photo by Sameera Soorjee Photography