Come to me underwater.
In liquid light, I shine like a princess
and grant promises with great bounty.
~
Follow my trail of lip-pressed bubbles
that edge to the surface and burst,
telling watery tales of longing.
~
I will wait for you,
and in waiting, recede into the murky depths
and chilling darkness.
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Bride of Sound
I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, always controlled.
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