empty lines

fingers in my mouth

I'm gonna get real loud
And it's going to be disgusting
Dionysian adulation in the air
Other things, darker things as well
Pain, fear and guilt

Lying on the grass facedown
Unsure of who's been here
Lucky to be surrounded

But we made it back, did we not?
Stumbled and landed on familiar ground
Kindness again, kindness and air
Air that still courses through me
And here comes the fear again