Artist Bio
Rebecca wrote this poem to express her views on her identity, and thought it might be nice to share with you all...june is at a constant crossroads, a constant state of craving. and in her neverending movement she loses sleep, recieves her lovers, indulges her vices, and creates beautifully tragic abstractions. never ceasing to surprise herself or her loved-ones she pushes boundaries and breaks most of her own rules and everyone elses along the way. with gilded lipgloss kisses, blackened eyes, and candy colored nails she'll toss her shining raven hair and knock your world upside down as you watch her, insuflate her, and watch her seemingly disappear at once. only to later find her grinding with her newest lust object. smokey music releases itself from her throat as the bombshells on her chest overshadow the jutting hipbones that could pierce the olive skin that invites your touch. she's your nightmarish daydream. she's your addictive action of choice, and when you finally have her, hold her, and understand her, she's already gone. and all you can ever really have are her ashes.
