Same Blood

That voice comes booming out of that mouth.
Surprise hits you square in the stomach.
Your lungs are working extra hard now.
He closes his eyes and belts out so much emotion you crumble into yourself on the floor.
Like a dying flower, your arms the melting petals and your lungs collapsing like the stem, you fall down and feel your own emotions rush out just like the pollen in the wind.
He digs his bitten down nails into the microphone, you taste blood from the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat.
It’s like he’s reading your mind. It’s like he’s peeling back your skin to peek inside.
And then you realize; he does know you.
You are the same blood.