Don’t Look Down
I walked through your ear drum
Headed straight for your Parietal Lobe
Deliciously discordant echoes bouncing
Through the hallways of your soul
I strolled into your Frontal Lobe
Music wafting in louder from
Somewhere beneath your bleeding heart
I glance down and a crazy thought appears
What if I just jumped?
Aimed for your heartstrings
And nestled myself inside
Your superior vena cava?
What if I just stayed?
I take a seat at the edge
My legs swinging in the air
Right behind your uvula
And the music only gets louder
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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