I stood on the side of a mountain
And screamed, once.
My sports bra was soaked through
And the skin on my lips ached
And my thighs burned and burned.
I'd climbed two thousand feet
And heard the wind bustle in the trees,
Birds holler and screech,
Branches creak and leaves crackle;
But no one was there to hear
Me but me.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
I stood on the side of a mountain
And screamed, once.
My sports bra was soaked through
And the skin on my lips ached
And my thighs burned and burned.
I'd climbed two thousand feet
And heard the wind bustle in the trees,
Birds holler and screech,
Branches creak and leaves crackle;
But no one was there to hear
Me but me.