She came with nothing but the fire in her bones,
A whisper of trouble, a name unknown.
She was the taste of something forbidden,
The kind of wild you don’t chase—you just survive.

Men lost fortunes at the curl of her lips,
Their hearts slipped like coins through calloused hands.
She poured gin like promises,
Left town with more than she came with,
And never once looked back.

They called her a thief, but she never stole—
Only took what was already hers.
The gold, the secrets, the men who swore they’d tame her,
All left behind in the dust of her passing.

She ran with the poets and the outlaws,
Drank with the damned and the divine.
Her laugh was a siren’s call,
Her touch, a brand that never faded.

But freedom is a flame that burns too hot—
And the world doesn’t let a woman like that go unchallenged.
They came for her with chains, with names, with laws.
Found her in a tenement room, bathtub steaming with juniper and sin.

They thought they had her.
They thought they won.
But a woman like Susana doesn’t get caught—
She just waits for the moment to disappear.

A forged pardon, a well-played hand,
A new name, a widow’s veil.
Hunter Valley took her in,
But it never held her.

They say she settled, but those who knew better knew this—
A woman like that never truly stays.
She only lingers,
Like the burn of gin at the back of your throat,
Like the echo of laughter long after she’s gone.