✠ THE GOSPEL OF SCARLET RUCCI
Book of Obsession — Verse XIII
“This ain’t a name.
This ain’t a track.
This is Scarlet Rucci — the taste of power in the back of your throat.
The scent of sin stitched into silk.
The voice you replay when no one’s watching.
She don’t knock. She enters.
She don’t ask. She owns.
You didn’t find this song…
It hunted you.
Now you loop it.
Now you ache for it.
Now your name is written in the render.”
