Though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be white as snow.
No one bleeds in fairy tales
except by sword or axe or
shards of glass falling from the sky.
If bleeding occurs, towers are built
and hedges grown so full of thorns
they blind those trying to enter.
Spindles are hidden
lest they prick the innocent.
Wooden feet replace red shoes.
Tattoo the letter on your breast.
Lay on the bed in wild profusion,
splayed ribbons bought with blood.