A Permeable Heart

The beds of my feet feel drunk
Within my rib cage a 6 year old boy
Gasping for air
Excited attempts at breathing curbed by flesh matter, everywhere
I can hear this from the inside of my ear
I can feel his palms banging on the interior of my chest, like a thrum

bang, bang
echo, echo

They echo like a drum.

purple red the walls are flesh
they suffocate the lad

i say, i'll pay him a visit.
indeed i'll take the elevator through my esophagus

The walls will all be yellow
The stale kind of a bygone inn
A putrid clerk behind the welcome desk, tremendously bored, will grant me passage into my own inhibit

though i have no ticket

Stepping through the gates,
a god-like hall, i felt it
but that's not what I saw
for though a door broken's made of planks efflorescently molden
a cool feel only wrought iron can emit

shuddering through my spinal bone

It'll be like a marshland, and I'll think to myself--there never should have been an entry point for me to see this lad,
to access this part

i step, my feet do not echo but give way to a mushy kiss upon the floor

and i can never reach him so given time, i go ecstatically mad,
that humid air of my internal gives me the cross eyes as my teeth take a step back

laughing in hiccups that cough out debris
but this story is of old, so my throat,
instead of scratching, really forms melodical tones

I'm wearing a robe, it seems I've extended my stay banging, banging on my ribs my bones
a cage of impermeable skin, my feet have become one with the floor
the clerk has my face but I'm still banging
saying hear me, come on come on please stop

LAYING
DOWN

this is the sting of my permeable heart as I reach the limits of emotion,
every second that I'm not in motion