Bloodline drip like rosé on the marble,
daddy said “don’t cry,” so I iced the scar full.
Grandma’s halo spinning in the mirror,
I sin slow, let it linger, sweeter.
Keep the last name in my throat like a secret,
moan it when I cum—promise not to leak it.
Holy water in my cup, still taste evil,
cross my heart, then I cross the people.