Lay your flowers out. Carefully, veiled in a glamour thinner than the lace you place on your skin. You’re gilded, a crescent moon found on the darkest night, soft summer clouds cocooning gentle light. Place your roses one by one. A magick manifests as the earth whispers her secrets to you, slowly through weighted breaths, lulling you into a world caught between this and the next. Your heavy limbs find their way to a circle, where the only answer is to move your feet and dance under the midnight sky. You can get caught here, dancing with the fey until you’ve forgotten where you come from.You’re a disco witch, a different breed. You find your call in the metallic glamour of long nights and vibrant beats. Your magick comes in the form of sequins, flowers and friends who spend their time exploring what it means to dance unapologetically through this life. You paint yourselves in silver like the stars and gold and bronze the color of the melting sun. You’re of the cosmos, a wicked kind of soul that’s not afraid to seek answers in the form of opal gilded starts. Move gently. Thanks to my babe Ivory and my twin Alexandra for making my Sunday perfect.
Vintage- Forgotten Feather
Photos- Alexandra Herstik