Hide Ground

A pounding in my chest is the thing that I needed.

I lost my breathe it fell out you said leave it.

Because we are transient things, we move like the wind, we settle in silence and we drink the poison in. We tell ourselves we are beautiful, as we paint over our faces and draw on new ones in hopes that we will be something more than we are with the advent of pretend and the unluckiness of being us.

We tell ourselves we are beautiful, as we paint over our faces and draw on new ones in hopes that we will be something more than we are with the advent of pretend and the unluckiness of being us.

Deal with the cold and the winter, and make sure the summer stays warm as warm as our bodies huddled in the night huddled in the middle of nowhere where we sit in the dark and lament all the things that we never even tried to do and get drunk and hold fast and steady to the night and the sex and the pain and the loneliness.

Dig into the hearth, stay hidden. Hang your head on the ground hang your heart from a noose, deprive it of air and wonder why it stopped beating for you. I tried my very best to keep it all in, but it poured out of me onto paper and then I gave in and I put it on a page that blinks blue light at me, and I put it on here and said haters come at me.

Hang your head on the ground hang your heart from a noose, deprive it of air and wonder why it stopped beating for you. I tried my very best to keep it all in, but it poured out of me onto paper and then I gave in and I put it on a page that blinks blue light at me, and I put it on here and said haters come at me.

I tried my very best to keep it all in, but it poured out of me onto paper and then I gave in and I put it on a page that blinks blue light at me, and I put it on here and said haters come at me.

Krista Mangulsone

Willy-nilly