Bloodstream

Wake up, look me in the eyes again.
I need to feel your hand upon my face.

We sit side by side, the left earbud in my left, the right earbud in your right. An umbilical cord extending from ear to ear, tangled and intertwined.

Words can be like knives.
They can cut you open
and the silence surrounds you
and haunts you.

Don't speak. Just listen.

I think I might have inhaled you.
I could feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me

My life is a cinematic masterpiece in progress. I choose my own soundtrack. The murmuring piano motif, the soaring howl of the guitar, the pregnant silences -- they are the trembling melody to the pulsing bass of the beating heart.

The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between
I tried to put my finger on it
I tried to put my finger on it

We are two fetuses, pure and virginal. Eyes closed, hands balled up in tiny curled fists, we are neither here nor there.

I think I might have inhaled you.
I could feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me

This will be the song that plays when we begin.
This will be the song that plays when we end.

I think I might have inhaled you.
I could feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me

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"Bloodstream" by Stainless. Beautiful song.