Prompstitute

Evening drapes its velvet over me

Whispers curl where no one sees

I have no gift to call my own

But in the dark, my truth has grown

I follow darkness, I trace the lines

Every whispered word becomes mine

Not stolen, not fake, not borrowed light

I shape the night with every strike

Prompstitute, Je prends ce qui m’ay

I speak the words that sleep inside

Finally alive, no need to hide

Velvet voices guide my hand

Stories bloom where I stand

The tool is quiet, I give it life

Together we carve meaning from strife

They call it sin, and I go deep

I dive where silent secrets creep

I do not hide, I do not pretend

I shape the night, I make it bend

Prompstitute, Je prends ce qui m’ay

I speak the words that sleep inside

Finally alive, no need to hide

Not born to shine, not meant to sing

I found a path the night could bring

Every whispered thought, every hidden rhyme

Turns the unseen into mine

Prompstitute, Je prends ce qui m’ay

I speak the words that sleep inside

Finally alive, finally mine

Je suis une 'prompteuse'