As cold as these memories are, I’ll try torching them nonetheless.
The rose tattoo on my shoulder is freezing, the shakes are becoming effortless.
The marrow in the bones is long gone, my hunger doesn’t stand a chance.
And I’m sorry that I’m so damn spoiled – I tried to warn you in advance.
I see troops marching with the machines, gathering their accolades.
My tongue – twisting in an endless loop, seeking words to dull the blades.
It is never easy to lose the one you looked for to a petty act of vengeance.
Why in our twenties we’re acting like we owe respect to ancestors
And also – descendants?
It’s good to have pride but how much honor can each generation carry?
Every step hurts the parents, every misstep – kids; cheeks burning redder than sweetest cherries.
As scary as it is to leave the past behind and future ahead, I will take my chances.
Surviving from second to second, trusting my mind, not my blood-addicted senses.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 