Beneath my skirt
The cuts are beneath my skirt
Last night's surreal encounter
Is carved into my thighs
All that sit around me
Do not see them
He with his hand
Then his head
On my thigh
Does not feel them
He with a ghostly hand
On my heart
Does not know them
He with a bloody hand
And the dagger which wounded me
Cannot see the bloodstains
They who touch me do not feel them
They who listen to me do not hear them
They who watch me do not see them
Beneath my skirt
The cuts are beneath my skirt