Saw her walking Sammy Davis Drive,
Black shirt and lighting in her gaze.
Her heels were broken, clock struck five.
She cursed the heat with a joke
About the human race.
The night consumed her with one bite,
Spat out the bones and fake, blue purse.
How do you cope when nothing’s right?
Another fantasy brought to life,
But it was never hers.
With each sunset she loses a fight.
The danger creeps over her while she sleeps.
She’s convinced – the neon will make her bright.
Yet again blood’s leaving her bruised cheeks.
The Mirage fades as the streets reek of freaks,
And she’s back on Sammy Davis Drive again.
Committing to nobody but the original sin.
Heels still broken, the clock strikes six
And she waves the middle finger to the moon
Before falling into the abyss.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 