the emperor is dead
long live the empress
she'll rule with steel too rigid
and oaths too shrill
so practiced,
her deepened breaths
they close on a whisper
and hunt down the colours still missing
from her iris
sees the world for reddened light, she
seized the mirror cracked with blight
rearranged the glass unto a frame;
covering thier portrait,
sex leaking out of the paint
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her brushstrokes like petals
it pleases them to see where she's been
a land to escape
or broken landscape
the cracks in the page
quiver her mouth
and pencil lines like flowers
uprooted from the dirt
caught between her teeth and her tongue
as they make their exit
from the earth
covering their portrait,
sex leaking out of the paint
supported by 16 fans who also own “Regicide / Edible Art”
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN
supported by 15 fans who also own “Regicide / Edible Art”
the powerful instrumentals contrasted against the soft unconfident vocals. like a deep yearning for affection but you dont know how to ask. like a love you feel slipping away but youre powerless to stop it. every time i start it i feel like i cant stop. a must have for my collection. skeletalsexing
Collaborating remotely with 12 songwriters from all over the world, Kim Edgar emerged with a work of striking art pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2023