You Are The Blood In My Veins

For the first time in my life I looked at the insides of another person. Felt his body internally and how beautiful the human anatomy is. This was probably the proudest moment I’ve had so far. I’ve grown to love my position more and more everyday when I realize what doors I have pushed. Today I got promoted to another position and I love the idea that I get to move on up again. Proudness. The last time I felt that sensation was midnight, near Kellogg park in the winter of 16’ kissing your lips after a break up. How proud I was to finally have you to myself. Warmth spread like wild fire through my arms and legs. Your eyes dilated with only the field light reflecting off of its ambers. I wouldn’t trade that moment for anything or anyone else. It’s funny the idea of heartache now with you.

The man I touched had a bullet wound to his chest, he stopped breathing after 15 minutes. Bathed in his blood, I let out a single tear for his young soul. Everyone left the room. The smell of open flesh and death ruminated. I look at my gloves. I look back at the body. I look outside and I sobbed for the first time in 2 days.

Diego, how did I let you consume me.