my breaths echo off gray walls
as the candle dances orange
I watch with closed eyes
I listen

my heart is a bass drum
the hum flows through my lungs
Ohm Ohm Ohm
surroundings drown out like
living room TVs left on overnight

deeper I travel into my blood
soft pink flesh sits inside
my hard skin protects
Where am I?

balloon in my belly
expands and contracts as I
suck the air from the walls

there is a destination
here we are, always

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