Of shattered glass…
//Gem shards, scattered like warding salt. Would you like to light a candle? Offer a prayer before the profane altar?
The gems cut through the soles of your shoes -- accidental blood offering, to an absent father.
Turn with me, dance among the gems, spell casting as we go.
Your prayer, a Molotov,
The gems raining down, their tinkle a chorus.
Let us fall in this decaying place, lungs raw from the roaring scream, soles marked by our personal stigmata.
Recovering as we share a single ember, the sky turning pink.
Remember, in case of emergency: Break Glass//
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I have been carrying this concept since college… I never was sure how I would make it happen. At the time I was just using markers… so had some limits there.
I am honestly very happy with how it has developed into a light study. I love exploring personal rage self reflection with Crowbar. They are made of sharp edges and a hand rolled cigarette at a house show.
They are perfect for a pseudo-reflection into religious trauma. I was not raised in an Abrahamic household, but I live in a nation saturated in it. This leads to uniquely specific iconography lexicon. I do not follow the source material, but do get to absorb a lot of the fandom culture (re: Renaissance)
[yes, she is judging you]
