A ring of our own veins wrapped around each other in familial devotion...
Day falls into a crimson darkness, and I whisper for it to release.
From these inner thighs a swelling turned to velvet tears, it did not conceive.
I was your lover, your friend, your mother, your child...
Did you hold me in that grace? My beauty now canvased and displayed for all to see.
Beneath the naked breast of this girl, oh the scar runs deep.