The echo chamber of my head is so busy that I don’t generally hear the sounds of my inner body, until I at last lie still. And then my heartbeat awakens, the woosh of my breath becomes audible. I hear the movement of my tongue and my teeth in my mouth. My stomach gurgles. My ears discover the hum of my body working, its fleshy gears turning. My thoughts stop speaking in words and instead lean into the language of rhythm. I listen to hear my cells singing in chorus.

NaPoWriMo Day 16