Harakiri Bloom

To create something fierce into being, from something delicate and intricate.
Wafer-thin layers upon layers. Adorned with crystals. And armed with a
dagger she enjoys the beauty and danger of this existence itself.
There are wondrous flowers that flourish even when contained in a pot.
For Harakiri Bloom it’s freedom or death.
Not grim, not bitter.
These are the only options.
This is her choice.

MIRANDA KONSTANTINIDOU