In her palms are Saturn's broken lines. The double walls are filled with ducats and bones. An anemic voice runs up the cellar stairs, Coloratura dripping candles and tears. The wall rips, the rubber girl falls, Violins carry the bloody heart out to the garden. Coffin decorated with flutes and fioritura.
Poisoned violets faint.
The shadow of the voice runs to the vanished house. Beneath him lakes glittered with coins And grass fed on bubbles of milk. The flying shadow shouted with joy. The grey air didn't hear the screams. The king's dogs chased a happy fawn, Red orchards choked with apples.