Drainpipes
Drainpipes,
leading down to the centre of the Earth,
like liquid itself,
telling my heart,
to drip through,
the casings of,
what I once understood to be,
just flesh,
but now see,
as movement,
encased in,
community,
and culture,
as cytokines,
send messages,
to and from the guards and the dying,
and the creatures,
that live on an outside,
claimed by the dark intererior,
become just as much me,
as my fragmented parts,
that make up my whole.