Sometimes at night, I think I can
hear the blood rushing around my veins
there is an ocean inside of my flesh
that erodes the rocks that form
from the sediment of my thoughts
I can hear the waves crashing
and churning,
put your ear to my chest and hear
what I keep inside me,
what is drowning me from the inside out
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
Sometimes at night, I think I can
hear the blood rushing around my veins
there is an ocean inside of my flesh
that erodes the rocks that form
from the sediment of my thoughts
I can hear the waves crashing
and churning,
put your ear to my chest and hear
what I keep inside me,
what is drowning me from the inside out
