instagram: @emfernandesart She returned—not for reconciliation, but for the residue of desecration. Not to restore, but to taste what festered.

instagram: @emfernandesart Flesh splits like sacrament defiled. Tongue, bloated and white, licks the last rites. Bones whisper in dead...

instagram: @emfernandesart There comes a point when the noise drowns out . The connections, the judgments, the eyes that once scrutinized...