La Criatura

It was a culmination of many threads,  a weaving of experiences that led me here. 

To this place.

A party. An invitation. A dream. A journey.

There were false starts and grief along the way. 
But she didn't and wouldn’t be hidden anymore. 
You could say the rattles helped call her.
You could say she called the rattles.

Slowly she emerged, a persistent thought emanating from the house. 

The shadow house to my own.

A derelict dwelling that had been neglected and over-used.

Who knows who else resides there too?

The movement of us is where she is held and is where she will be freed. 

You can find her buried deep in the depths of your petticoats.