Sharpened incisors with a tainting of blood peek like ghosts from between my crimson lips and frame the screams that are issued from behind my painted face like sparrows streaming from a broken window from a burning barn. Heed my call and seek the shelter I offer you who dare mingle in the meadows with my Gothic brethren that the oily tears of Osiris may soothe you as you meet with Anubis inside the fenced gates of my eternal love. Stripping away the layers of the sacred fruit from the tree of life you will see that my makeup and piercings and the scrawled needle marks on my arms are in celebration of the differences that I inhabit.

Scars and wild eye lashes, red poppy cheeks and glistening lips of red with gold and silver clasps hanging on my expression as I love and hate with the abundance of the harvesting of the healthy fields of wheat that nourish us in the leaven loaves that we knead with our own fists, loaves that contain the emotions, fears and hopes of our eternal Mistress of Darkness and not the pale Aleta who was invented in vain.

The Holy Grail of my makeup is not a trending look of the day but is a contouring of sandstone with a bloody waterline to hold my green eyes. My face is not hidden but is decorated in celebration of the witch beneath my brow who lives in the darkest caves inside the ocean of my mind. Glistening with serpents and urchins of the deep I present you with a halo of misery.