― She’d been living in a man’s dialect as her didactic mortal self designed her own deliverance. The femme fatal fashioned the flutter of freedom of all humans to tailor her suited spirit in armour. Unlike men with daggers, she lacks menagerie. These fine lines aren’t blurred or jarred but rather bold in rhetoric. ∙ She subtly sounds in song to sway the moon in dance. The elegance does not replicate in the masculine but [...].