bride and soul

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Costume life drawings designed to be characters in a fighting game for our lastest project.

Inspired by Kels’ own fight characters as well as some my fave fighting games (the soul calibur series, streetfighter etc). >;D

This was a lot of fun! And ho’ boyy lineless, I can’t believe– I like the turnout!

Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
—  Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

daylight equates to numbness
but i feel entirely too human
during the ambrosial hours,
falling in and out of love
with the scars and hair
patterned across my skin
suffocating under the weight
of this imaginary crown.

i do not know if i am more
apologetic to You or myself
for this endless cycle of
self-destruction and retribution
seeking company and comfort
in the arms of my vices,
temporary pleasure and snap decisions
appeal to a corrupted mind;
please accept this overdue
love letter that took eternities
to compose because i am unable
to articulate Your greatness.

i return home covered in filth
bearing nothing but pain and shame,
a heart broken in to so many pieces
i am terrified it cannot be healed again.

i relinquished the grip on our palla
without any hesitation
and you loved me enough
to set me free and get lost,
once again your soul bride has returned
because the pain of separation
was too much to bear.

am i worthy enough
to beg for forgiveness once more
and sit in the company
of your shaheeds and saints
at your lotus feet.

- j. kaur