Chaos magick with a mother’s mercy and a crow’s accuracy.
(Scroll down for lyrics)
I love writing music because It shows me who I want to be, while showing who I’ve been.
This space is my grimoire in plain sight.
Mirror work, meltdown, magick — all braided into sound.
GORGEOUS was the first album, the scream, the first skin I shed.
This album comes with a trigger warning and lives in its own tab.
It covers sexual coercion, PTSD, abuse, and more.
FVNERAL is the burial: a double album with
27 tracks, 22 reversed Major Arcana Tarot Cards,
22 ghost burials of false selves I once needed to survive.
(still being written)
Between them, I write single release songs —
rage and trauma, mirror work, grief rituals, protection spells, and anti–people-pleasing anthems. Some are about parenting and trying not to pass the storm down. Some are about chronic pain, nervous systems, and teaching my body it’s finally safe. Others live in law of attraction, spirit animals, numerology, and body-based magick—spell-songs for the ones who feel too much and need somewhere to put it.
Everything here was written because I needed it.
If you’re reading, maybe something in here needs you too.
My songs are written by me (a Scorpio with too many journals) and sung through Suno.
The songs below are mirrors. Pick the one that stares back.
Crow watches the gate.
keep the light on.
Crow On The Wire
This one is for the version of me who's thoughts scatter like startled birds, who cleans the counter for the fourth time, who suddenly can’t read a paragraph she was just inside of. I wrote this for the quiet moment where my body braces and my truth blurs—when instinct tries to shield me from knowing too much, too soon.
There’s a witness in me who never buys the performance. She doesn’t push; she just perches—bright-eyed, unamused by my avoidance. This track is a little signal for the days I feel myself thinning at the edges, slipping out of view. A reminder that I can come back without armor on.
If you’re someone who senses things too early, holds too much, or slips out of your own skin when the feeling hits—here’s a small light on the wire for you.
May it meet you right at the edge of your truth.
May it welcome you back gently.
May it steady the place you stand.
Crow - Lyrics
This one isn’t a song. It’s a spell. I wrote it for every part of me that never got the funeral, never got the scream. Crow is the witness. The mirror. The scream in sky-shape. She remembers what the world tried to forget. I gave her my ache. She gave it wings. If you’ve ever swallowed your truth to keep the peace—she’s circling for you.