I remember the Blue Lady and how her eyes glittered when she danced and her body spoke in words her mouth could not. Her eyes glinted like light on ice. Her body surged like the ocean at dawn and Brother was swept up in the tide.
Sing this corrosion to me
She would hold me when the bad dreams swelled behind my eyes and she would take me out onto the hill and catch stars and weave them through my hair. Sometimes she would take me and we would walk through the old streets where the houngans held strange spices and the sidewalks flooded with red.
Gimme siren child
Do you hear me call?
We couldn't speak their language but all she had to do was flutter her pretty blue eyes like eggs in a robin's nest and the boys and girls would ruffle and swoon and baby her like a little bird. Then she would wrap her hand in mine and tug me with on her adventures and I was happy.
Sometimes people would ask me "why do you spend so much time with your sister when she shines over your glow?" but they just didn't understand. Her shines helped my shadows grow and we made each other beautiful.
I remember though that when she smiled her eggshell eyes would go dull and pale and she would run to Brother and find peace in his arms. I asked Brother "Why does a woman made of water forge herself in a crucible of fire?" Brother said that sometimes beautiful people loved ugly monsters that hurt them and hurt them. On that night, I cried.
I remember I used to brush her hair and it was like ripples of spun-candy clouds and my fingers were like ivory stalactites. She smelled like warmth and sunlight and violets and I remember I loved her. I loved her and it cracked my heart because it was too full of flowers.
And then the Monster came and I knew her for what she was. She was like beauty wrapped in thorns and vines and hatred and she was rotting and ugly to me. She came to hurt the Blue Lady for what she had done but I could not let that happen.
Kill the king, when love is the law
I did Bad Things. I did Bad Things so the good things could live on and I was punished and my eyes became like smooth, cold blue stones that were too heavy to see. I did it for her. I did it all for her but I couldn't let her see because she would not see me she would see the Monster. I told Brother the Bad Things and he promised not to tell but he knew he had to take me away. He had to take me away from the Blue Lady so she did not know and I cried but I knew it was best. He took me far away but I never stopped loving her.
It was too late though. Other Bad Things had seen what I had done and they took me from Brother. They stole my words and they twisted my mind in places it was not supposed to go and now my lips don't say the right things.
When Brother saved me and took me back he said my eyes were so blue, blue like her. He would brush my hair and he said it was like ripples of spun-candy clouds and his fingers were like stalactites. He would remember her and his voice went dull and pale and he ran to his Husband and found peace in his arms.
Sing, child, of right and wrong
I didn't have any arms to run to when I remembered. I was alone and the world was always dark and my words were broken. I missed her. I wanted to touch her hair and laugh with her and eat sweets and get the sugar all over my face while we laughed and she flirted with all the pretty people. I missed the violets and so I went to find her.
Gimme things that don't last long
In my walk I met a man. His voice was hard like stones grinding together in the ice and I knew the Blue Lady had danced for his eyes. I said "Please Sir, I have traveled long to find my sister and I have lost my way." He wrapped his hand around mine and it was big and eclipsed me like the coldest sun. He smelled of Vodka and his voice was haunted by little children and heavy ghosts.
I bled all I can, I won't bleed no more
"Da, Devotchka. I can take you some of the way but my hands cannot yet hold her."
And so the man with the hard stone voice took me some of the way and let me go and I wandered among the houses. Eventually I met another man. His voice was like drowning and I knew the Blue Lady had crashed along his shores. I said "Please Sir, I have traveled long to find my sister and I have lost my way." He wrapped his hand around mine and it was like thin rods of steel curling spiky and sharp. He smelled like sickness but I didn't feel dead.
"Yes, little girl. I can take you some of the way but Milaya shines too bright for these perfect green eyes."
And so the man with the drowning voice took me some of the way and let me go and I wandered among the houses. I knew I was close. I could smell violets all around me. Eventually I met another man. His voice was like gauze stifling a wound and I knew the Blue Lady had wrapped his hurts. I said "Please Sir, I have traveled long to find my sister and I have lost my way." He wrapped his hand around mine and it was like sterile hospital tools that were too good at cutting but I was not afraid. He smelled like white and static and his emptiness made me cry.
"Yes, little blue eyes. I will take you to the Ballerina because I understand the way."
I don't need no one to understand
And so the man with the voice like smothering took me to the house of the Blue Lady and I knew it was hers because I could feel the petals of the violets even in winter. The man walked away and I knocked on the door and I held my arms wide
and the door opened.