Incandescent orange melts our skin

Your very breath the cold that cracks us open

Your words the tynes that scrape our scabs

We would bleed with every glance but cannot

Scars embedded inside our frames

The redness melting off your grin

Your ravenous taste of us exposed

Liquid dripping from our crevices and folds

Like milk you pour down our hollow throats

We wake when you’ve drunken us dry

You who cannot be satiated

You who won’t be denied

If to hell we at last go at our ends —

May we never descend with you