The Pirate Queen

- she eats the pain and pukes rainbow cornucopia of diamonds and pearls on the shrine of secrets in submerged cathedral. Ruby red and royal blue ooze fire and water of her sacrificial electric blood.

 

 

Winter Goddess of death Morana and spring Lada in this incarnation and incorporation dived deep, from witch fires and solar glare corona to Ocean Goddess, my fusion of vampy venomous Venus, murderous bitch, siren and pirate hoe princess, inspired by dark-shark glimmering of my poetry. Many of my oceanic avatars are blackhaired and dangerous as spiders, and this one is albinesque, translucent, ghost-like mannequin doll, which transfixes and petrifies, after previous ones seduced sailors and adventurous royals to the other worlds, to the crack of deadly oblivion. She is the uncanny hybrid of a baby, angelic maiden and sinister sorceress - undead magician that talks backwards. Sitting on the throne in her mother-of-pearl cave, She is the treasure and altar of the magnificent Ocean principle, all-devouring and omnipotent. She eats the pain and pukes jewels, gems, pearls and diamonds and her fire is so hot it turns blue. She is the keeper of underwater graves, guardian of secrets and a priestess of sunken cathedral, with echoes of enchanting voices that chant longingly and seductively, as in echo chamber. Neon blood emanates sweet, juicy and poisonous rainbows of maniacal libido born from trauma and grief (darkness always hides fresh fruit and rough gems in zillion colors). She was so morbidly black that she exploded in blinding light and white heat, shining like comets and stellar lace of intergalactic orgasm. Naval fever dream, hallucination of shipwrecked cruise. The world was her oyster and then she was sacrificed. Blue and red stand for water and fire, emotional and temperamental elements (while earth and air are more intellectual and strained). A lot of polarities happen: between a victim and an evil temptress, a sacrificial lamb to the cult and a powerful, despotic queen, a mechanical, hypnotized, groomed doll and a vengeful force of nature in the form of wild female that cannot be tamed, a trembling heart breaker that shapeshifts to She-bomb. 

 

I am also hinting at unveiling of romanticizing tropes of a beautiful dead girl, fatally perished prom queen and drop dead gorgeous cadaver. Sometimes they are even fetishized to the boiling point of arousal (necrophilia). I give that troubled girl paranormal powers that rise her up from the grave / coffin / ashes, trippling her powers by immortalizing her and crowning her as a Goddess and a heroine. I am playing with a notion that a death should be glamorous or should not be at all.