i am a shapeshifter, a storyteller, an artist, and a lover in all its multitudes and forms. a child and student of the living-dying (1)— constantly transforming with the beginning of each season. an alchemist of my aching. the chrysalis and the butterfly. the stillness and the storm. girlhood is a spectrum, pretty is destructive (2) — ruin, rising, remembrance, and rot. running from the cradle to the coffin— rooting in the spectral, and shaking hands with the obscene. i’m not your mothers’ maiden, i am fractal of their universe and the heaviness of their skeleton.