Heart cavern

sena

I wonder if I will dream about you tonight.

I wonder if I will close my eyes, and land on your eyelids. Look over the ledge, into the pools of your pupils. Fall into your pupils and keep falling. Get tangled in the vessels that criss-cross the backs of your eyes. Land in the rainforest of veins leading to your optic nerve, but instead of lush green, the flora comes in shades of juicy pink and red. Like jungle vines, the thick threads of muscle need to be pulled to the side so I can step through.

On the other side, a wave of your blood will tug at me, until I let go, allowing myself to flow in this river of ruby liquid. Each capillary stretches to make room for me. I sail along gripping clusters of cells, flotsam and jetsam, until I reach your core. I squeeze through the doors of your aorta, and I enter the very center of your heart. It is cavernous. A pumping cathedral of flesh. Walls of glistening pink tissue traced with light blue veins like the markings on a leaf. There’s a soft glow in this church that is your heart cavity. The walls are wet. I feel serene standing in this enormous space that gently beats.

I don’t want to leave. I crouch in the folds of your cardiac muscle and cry. The soft walls of flesh gently oscillate, soothing me. I cry more. I am completely still except for the liquid streaming from my eyes. The flood of tears is cathartic, and I release it all. I am surprised by the cascade I release. I am pouring out diamonds and stars and shiny dimes and salt, so much salt. I cry until I am surrounded by a glowing pile of hardening tears and silver coins and white alkali. The stars reflect off the diamonds, and their flickering white light illuminates the padded chamber of your heart.

I wonder if you will also dream about me, bleeding salt.

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