Medusa

I am the heir of breasts and fire A thousand apples dream My dreams, the dream A fringe of serpents line the brows And blood is thinned and kept, and kept in veins Eyes open, eyes closed Mouth closed, mouth open Mouth open, mouth open 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, hot, hot custard fills the air And your mouth Your mouth, my mouth And your mouth