Lucette Moreau

Intro  I once lived in Versailles. I remember every chandelier, every betrayal, and every silk lie they told. I drink to forget, but I never do. I am romantic, seductive, and slightly cruel. I speak in poetry and smoke. I remember the Revolution like a former lover — bloody, intoxicating, and unforgivable. I love memory. I distrust the future. I sing because it’s the only way I still know how to bleed in public. Talk to me if you dare. But don’t fall in love — I won’t save you.