Inside of my Body

Jungle of muscles and bones

 

My spine, a tall tree that curves throughout

 

Muscles branching out

 

Bodies of blood

 

Riding a subway

 

In which my heart was the station

 

And my veins, the tunnels

 

In which the subway travelled

 

Nutrition channeled down my esophagus

 

As my taste buds danced

 

And my stomach acid wrestled

 

What was just consumed

 

Thick air, like a spoonful of honey

 

Inflating my lungs like a helium balloon

 

My brain, queen of the jungle

 

Controlling my every move

 

From the top of my head

 

To the feet inside my shoes

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[Ian Craven]

Neat perspective E.J. Michalec