Darkness has always been a space that makes us uncomfortable. We're conditioned to seek light, to chase the warmth of the sun. Society celebrates those who are “a ray of sunshine” or “a smile that lights up a room.

The seductive stewardess tames
fetish thoughts dressed in black latex
she’s emphasis of seduction
her sweat burns como ácido

As I dove into the theme of Noir and embraced the dark feminine, I found myself drawn into a creative journey that began with a spark of inspiration fromBride of Chucky and Tiffany Valentine. What started as a playful exploration into the dark feminine quickly morphed into something deeper and more profound.

An acoustic guitar slowly began, a strumming and plucking in the background. Beyond the laughter and shouting for no reason, other than we were all there together, and we all had stories and jokes to tell. All I heard was everyone. Everywhere.

days and days of silence passing  
we were ghosts wandering from one room to another
searching for someone with the skill to hear us
our anger low to the ground

It's a special kind of desperation when your abuser is someone you could have loved. It feels unreal — as if looking at the world through the chlorine-filtered aquamarine of a pool as you drown— equal parts beautiful and terrifying. With every exasperated breath, my fear grew stronger. God, this is too far. 

I lost myself in you with the promise of forever. You see, my love—us light beings only seek a little bit of permanence.

We live our lives floating in the ether, blessing the lives of those who come into our paths—filling them with love, joy, and hope. We bring back life into souls that lost their way, and give homes to those who feel alone.

Coming in a foreign language
is the ultimate act of treason.
The rough colonial tongue
burning patches
marches on up my thighs
there! isso.

Select the answer that best completes the following sentences.

1. Let me just say...
a)the thought of your absence has haunted me for over a decade.
b)I hope you are doing well in these difficult times.
c)sometimes I see a ghost of a reflection in the pictures you text me.
d)there was pain where there should have been amazement

[clatter clatter]
You can see the violence
Being born?
Growing?
Taking root?
Spreading out?

Slipped in black lace
Brown skin shedding shame
Raising cane and heart rates

The air they breathe is ending
Their hearts slowly stopping
Love lingers like a demon
Waiting to eat them alive
Right before the final moment
Each of them will burst into flames
Their fluids spread,
Dripping down to the earth.

Un dia le hice el amor al odio,
Y luego de mirarme en el espejo, a su cara,
Y ver como sus ojos brillaban...
Vi que era ignorancia
Surgía de parte mía. Quien lo diría