Alexa Wilding
last
and
youngest
muse never
mistress—low born as
the rest looking a lot like liz
red hair but her unkissed lips shaped more like cupid's bow
dubious at first—once she felt the funds her unsmiling aura inhabited more
images of pre-raphaelite aesthetic than any of her sisters yet her thoughts
and words flash forgotten—cryptic whispers from the sphynx
her face graces dante's sole nude
on the body of
a nameless
cook who
bared
all
