NaPoWriMo Day #3

Today's prompt: "Write a surreal prose poem. For inspiration, check out Franz Kafka’s collection of short parables (my favorite is “The Green Dragon”)."

This is not particularly surreal, but I am definitely happy with how it turned out!

La Primavera

The opera singer in my chest knows it is spring before I do. She feels the newborn sunlight pass through my skin and ribs and into the aorta where she sleeps. She blinks back to life and breathes in deep, tasting the blooming sky already permeating my flesh. It’s time.

Her song echoes against the opera house walls, resonating through my blood to the multitude corridors of my body. Wake! she sings. Wake!