Devil only got in trouble because she spoke the truth.
As the barks of bad reputation got louder, we reached for the passion fruit.
Way down we go… I would do it all over again, bathing in holy water.
Not once will I scream or beg to the father.
Disobedience will become my alma mater.
***
I’ll be your friend until the heated end. Until the last leaf in the tree turns into dust.
When air turns to smoke, I’ll hold the corners of your mouth up until my palms are covered in rust.
Pollution will smell like musk.
The end will be easy though – surroundings will fade,
Your soul will get wanderlust.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 