I am the heir of breasts and fire
A thousand apples dream my dreams
A fringe of serpents line the brows
And blood is thinned and kept in veins
Eyes open, eyes closed

Mouth closed, mouth open
And the lips contain the tongue
The walls melting
Skin clogs the floors

The walls melting
Skin clogs the floors
The smell of hot custard fills the air
And your mouth…