Skyline

Drink in the poison of sanguine absolution, with silent protests and trembling fingers. Weary limbs hold her down like the hands of a stranger, but her mind is more awake than ever before.

My Ballerina

Arrested by grace; a shudder of pain and beauty as she treads upon broken glass – head held high. Delicate limbs; fragility in contrast to the strength of her pounding legs. Palms outstretched, offering a body to the world; knowing that it dare not touch her in this moment. Each movement flows into the next [...]