“There are bodies buried wherever you walk.”
He took me out for a ride, hoping I won’t talk.
We listened to The Smiths and he confessed,
He dumped her by the ocean
When charges were pressed.
“There’s an innocence in you I have admired.”
You’re known for jealousy and not being desired
By someone who didn’t mean to make it sting
But you took it too far again,
Let the instincts sing.
“There are shadows hanging over me we can’t fix.”
Stop praying, boy, you knew the price and took the risk.
Now it’s nothing but a memory dragging you down,
And she was a friend of mine too.
I’ll let it be known.
“There’s a chance you might want to keep this silent.”
He turned and I worried that this chat will get violent.
A single piece of paper in his hand, a short story
Describing how I’d like to push Jen
Out of the tenth storey.
We argued, she begged me to stay
But I was furious and weary.
I ran off and wrote down my anger,
Brutal, gruesome and eerie.
I’m so sorry.
“There are bodies buried wherever you walk.”
He took me out for a ride, knowing I won’t talk.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 