A short excerpt below from my work in progress, tentatively named "Mya".
Mya was unable to stop her hands from trembling. She wrote:
"There’s ghosts in my flesh.
And now I see ghosts on the street, their eyes rolled black, and flowers strung through their teeth. Just when my dreams were finally pulling at me by the skin like hooks, you bastards come along like gravity itself. Colin, though… one last thing? I want to be his blue-picasso nymph, trembling for a glimpse before he knows what I’ve become.
My clock has begun."