A spritz of the spring touched my heated thoughts today.
A spur of the moment decision. I’m fleeing this town.
Tell your brother I said “hey”.
This weather brings back the skeletons I’d rather keep burnt.
The sweater I’m wearing can’t hold my self-pity again.
God, pass me another urn.
No space left to dig a grave for the next obsession gone awry.
No scales grand enough to weigh my remorse.
This won’t end alright.
These warm spring evenings are stealing the last of my standards.
The swarm of wasps filled with toxic love promises awake,
I’m gulping them down just like salamanders.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 