Distraught young woman seeking refuge
In drink and journaling?
A writer onto a story, given the rapid pace of my writing?
Or a ghost, come at last to bring more patrons.... The unusual one covered in blood, writing feverishly in her unseen journal.
She'll tell your fortune you know.
I heard it by a patron near by.
She's good at predicting deaths,
Especially her own.
.... I'd rather they fancy me a young writer, consumed with the passion of her writing, a story for the ages.