It is the perfect place, she said,
I want to hide from people
Who look at my artwork
Yeah, that one about the knife in the guy’s temple
With a hand smothering a scream,
The hand tattoo says Smile.
I am smothered by my image
A good daughter, a good sister, and good student.
I once lived in the sky
Floating in the wind
There is no noise, just swaddled in nothingness
I’d like to live in the sky
With you, we can rise in a hot air balloon
And gently drift in the wind above it all.