Kaitlyn Roberts
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The Place Where I Was Assassinated
 
 
Model: Kaitlyn Roberts
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Sonetimes I Feel Like My Head is on Backwards
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Come Hither and Dither
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Returning to the Place Where I Was Murdered
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Becoming Solid to Check it Out
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Lingerie on an Orange Geometric Backdrop
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The Visitor in the Corridor
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The Killer Ghost - Look but Don't Touch
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The Zombie with Chapped Skin
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The Naked Zombie
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The Haunted Stairwell. No Way Back Upstairs
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The Prisoner Wanting Out - Please Let Me OUT
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Dr. Evil Preforms an Autopsy - an authentic autopsy table
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Rakshasa - She Feeds on Your Parents
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Locked in the Basement
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Naked Before God
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Taking a Blood Bath
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A Photograph of Pain
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The End of the Blood Bath
 
 
Despite my infatuation with fire and water, I have always felt most connected to the earth.  Though I can watch a coal bed dance all night long or find peace sitting in the dark hearing the waves of the ocean crash on the cliffs, attached to the earth is where I find myself most at peace.  My playground growing up stretched from Santa Fe, New Mexico all the way to Pagosa Springs, Colorado.  I found myself running around in the forest starting early in the morning and even on until the dark hours at times.  I hiked over terrain deemed impassible, I bouldered up cliff faces made of pumice that should have required ropes at best.  I climbed mountains in hip-deep snow. 

Now that I'm an adult there are times when I look back and scratch my head, wondering how I survived.  The only reason has to be my connection with the earth.  I remember one time when I felt it important to run away from an area as quickly as possible.  Even my dog looked anxious.  As Shadow and I got back to our car, I spotted two bear cubs and an angry mother bear headed our way.  I remember many times feeling what I can only describe as a hand of God reaching down to touch me.  It was a peaceful energy, an addicting energy.  Still today some of my most favorite places are those where I feel that spiritual connection to the energy of the earth.

Sometimes though, I feel like a monster spawned from the earth.  Sometimes I feel like the living dead girl, wandering around unable to fully die or live.  Sometimes I feel like the nocturnal vampire strolling the wilderness late at night.  Sometimes I feel like the cracked earth, waiting for the soothing rain but keeping track of everything as I myself am frozen in time.  Sometimes I feel like the demonic presence unworthy of the loving energy around me because of how imperfect and hostile I have been in my life.  I have been wounded; I have been burned. And I have fangs.  But I am still a creature of the earth.
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Is she a vampire, or a cannibal?
 
 
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At least it would be a beautiful place to die, if the jumper were to jump. For now, the jumper hesitates, breathes, and takes in the air and the view. God, are you there?
 
 
This image was taken to raise awareness for domestic abuse, something that has unfortunately been marginalized inside the United States.
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