Incest

In our blood flows pure incest.

 Teratogenesis
  Βreeds of guilt.
We bitter the bread we eat
  We mourn compulsively our feet.
We build our births with mud.

I do not regret that I ate the Apple.
I will not rip my eyes of
Neither will  i swallow fire
Unforgivable i will remain.
i will go out for a smoke.
i will cook some soupe
i will fuck.