Blue moon rise, velvet lies—
I kiss the blade, wear his guilt like lace.
Eve’s pulse in my pocket, Psyche’s tears in my locket,
I swallow the key, laugh in his face.
Paint the castle crimson, erase every rule,
I’m the bride, the witch, the wolf, the jewel.
Bluebeard, keep your silence—
I’ve already sung our secrets to the tide.