• poetry


    I could care less, but I'll never know how. I am a relic from another dimension- I cannot breathe this atmosphere.

  • poetry


    I killed her again. Sacrificed her to the mystery. She ate the sun- burned to ash on the pyre. Next morning, she rose with me like some godforsaken phoenix.

  • light/creation,  shadow/destruction


    Midsummer I walked with myself to the lake, in the dark of the black moon rising. Black silk I wore, down to the ground and a crown of red roses and amethyst. Naked was she as the morning she came…

  • art,  light/creation,  shadow/destruction

    Blood and Songs

    Sister, draw you down the Moon. Stand naked before her. Be not afraid, but stand fierce in your glory. Let her fill your veins, bless you with grace and bathe you in mysteries. Let her rule your tides and drink…

art of trauma