The Queen Eats Shame

Velvet skin and porcelain lies
You walk in hunger, dressed as pride
Lipstick red, but trembling hands
You say you’re free — I say you bend

You call it sin, you call it flaw
You hide your want behind the law
But every pulse beneath your lace
Beats my name into the dark

Tick — hesitation
Breathe — degradation
You swallow fire
Call it salvation

I don’t drink blood
I drink shame
Whisper your hunger
Say my name

Three reflections in one skin
One plays saint, one burns within
One commands with sharpened grace
But none survive my velvet gaze

Deny it softly
Deny it slow
The deeper buried
The more I grow

I don’t need chains
You forge them
I don’t need lies
You store them
Every truth you suffocate
Becomes my throne
Becomes my state

Feed me.
Feed me.
Feed me your denial.

Confess.
Confess.
Confess your desire.

But when you own it
I lose my reign
When you stand whole
You break my claim

No more trembling
No more blame
You starve the Queen
When you claim your name