Human Nature // Jen II

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Whenever a man tries to move forward from all the things that he’s done,

Whenever another second-hand lover touches his chest like I used to do

When we were having our fun…

Do you think of me or do you still see the rising tide as the human nature

Because I drank all your whiskey and your mother never hesitated

To call you a failure.

I get the picture and I understand the motive a bit too well for my taste

But a man has to answer for his actions once he loses the count over

The hells he raised.

Can you look at my bones and promise – I am the first you’ve lost

To the burning jealousy in your veins that doesn’t let go until all the lines

Are inevitably crossed?

Do you ever see my face while driving down that pier we loved the most?

And do you hold her hand like you did mine – until my throat got in the way

So I paid the cost?

But you won’t be able to make amends in post.

No excuses, no mercy,

Just mind covered in ghouls and ghosts.

-JW

The Interrogators

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The moonlight is pouring through windows, the coffee’s too weak.

A brand new Jane Doe’s sweeping the papers and scaring the streets.

“The Mermaid of Death”, “The Breathless Starlet”, “The Voiceless Angel”.

Even to the one’s keeping a distance, this case wasn’t a stranger.

The ocean was wavering peacefully, as if it didn’t feel the disgust.

Not even twenty years old, sunken in salty water, covered in jealousy dust.

Her pale and youthful complexion took the breath and the centre stage.

Detectives speculated that this wasn’t a mistake, it was an act of rage.

No other signs of an argument, just bruises all over her silent neck.

A ship passing by noticed the strange figure, they pulled her on deck.

Now she’s laying there, surrounded by people who will never understand

How a featherweight queen like this can die from a loving hand.

So we took him in the next day as he was speeding, yelling in pure agony.

Handsome but lacking the bravery to admit that his words are a blasphemy

To the God who watched over him while the heartbeats of a girl ran dry…

We took him in, four minutes and four seconds later he muttered a cry.

-JW

Fraudulent At Best // Jackie

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She’s all over the papers for weeks and my legs keep getting restless.

It’s almost like I knew her. I knew where she dropped the bloody necklace.

The promenade was silent that night, except for her gurgling breath –

I knew I couldn’t overpower that man but I could at least scream

To pause her imminent death.

Each moment I lie in wait, I lie even more to my still standing morals.

I was shown the truth but I decorated it with excuses, neon pink and floral.

Now I’m praying for hours, hoping that fake empathy will suffice

In a knife fight between speaking out and letting it haunt my shame,

Making her the ultimate sacrifice.

I’ve been playing this over and over in my mind for 8 seasons.

Ran out of plot twists and narratives, the wild river drowned my reasons.

But I’m too frightened to give the story back to the director –

A coronation of a new god gets twisted if it means killing yourself

And handing your life over to an objector.

What choice do I have if logical options were fraudulent at best?

Is there a god bigger than a human, or am I failing the test?

I’m feeling the light inside but I can’t touch it if I keep resisting,

As if there’s a part of me that has figured out a plan to regain power

While still kicking, screaming and persisting.

I keep remembering her suffocating, not resisting.

“Please fight back,” I whisper as my eyes fog up and lids take the mist in.

Please fight back.

-JW

Bad Habit // Andy

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Her locks are golden when she passes me in the beach.

“Have I seen you around, or is this a bit of a reach?”

She smiles without joy and offers me her dying trust.

I swore I’d find her again. She seemed a bit fussed.

Her standards were loose, I’ve noticed her bad habits.

If I make sure I fit in enough, we both can wreak havoc.

Her boyfriend’s too soft for her taste and I make a joke –

She laughs in everlasting fear of becoming a trope.

The house she lives in has high windows and pale doors.

They hid the ladder one night, they even locked the drawers.

I tried to be cautious, hoping she understood the pressure

Of getting to know a person and leaving an impression.

Her guard’s coming down, I can almost look through her soul.

A few more light touches and I swear, I can make this girl whole.

Her locks smell of ocean when she confides in me one evening.

“Do you mind seeing me around, even if you’re not the one

That I’ve been seeking?”

***

Her guilty gaze angers me, her kisses are stone cold sober.

I don’t recall what happened next, can’t remember what I told her

But she rushed away, dread in her gate. I didn’t follow.

The silence snapped me as the wavering ocean wallowed.

I had nothing to do with her tragic end, she made me alive.

Swear to God, I’m not the jealous type, I never took her out for that drive.

Wish I could help with more detail but I’m afraid I must leave.

The night is calling my name. Don’t you judge the way I grieve.

-JW

She Was A Friend Of Mine Too // Sam

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“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

Not A Confession // Don

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My guilt’s not proven, please don’t call me a sinner.

I was holding her hair while the lights grew dimmer.

It was unexpected and out of the blue but she asked

Whether I would like to make her heart run fast.

This is not a confession, you won’t understand

How it felt different when we lied by the sand.

Her fingers were shaky, her thoughts were so far –

You won’t get it… But I knew she’s found another, a new start.

Please stop yelling, you can’t interrogate me without proof!

Once again – when I saw her that day, I was aloof,

Mild-mannered, not furious at all, I let her slide

Deep into the lips of another lover

She couldn’t hide.

I’ve got to go, there’s no point if this is a frame-up.

Jealousy’s stupid, not at all what I’m made of!

Her shirt smelled like sandalwood that day, no surprises,

You can’t escape hot water you boil yourself in

And then cry when it rises.

Don’t worry, I’ll show myself out of this place.

Most murders like this never bring forward a case.

Yes, I’ll be awaiting a call from you but take precautions –

My baby lost her breath but I’m the one left dealing

With phantoms and lawyers.

Be cautious, Sir, be cautious.

-JW

Your Last Chance // Natalie

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You can drive faster but you can’t run over the guilt.

The trust we built turned into lust, easily killed

By another boy seeing loyalty as the perfect gilt

Despite bodies decomposing, pale and well chilled.

You can scream louder but you can’t avoid the noise.

Can’t hear the radio or your mother’s tired voice.

I knew you’ve tried to drown this pain with the boys.

Your prey becomes the hunter that only love destroys.

There’s my humming in your head that will never leave,

A sharp, moonlit fantasy of how you’ll never be free.

You promised the night you pulled me too close to heave

That you’ll treat her better than me.

But then you saw Jenny

And forgot about poor Natalie.

Both are now haunting you in your sleep.

-JW

Breathtaking // Jen

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The TV’s too loud and the candles burn too faintly.

I’ll go with you if you’re ready to mouth “just take me”.

Everything’s wrong since I’ve been seeing you less.

I daydream about giving you another shot

In a short, yellow dress.

The palm of my hand rests on your shoulders with ease.

Road passes by as your wild eyes are fixed on my knees.

There’s a secret in the air and I’ve never seen you like this,

And you take one long look at my face

When I lean in for a kiss.

The midnight is lit by thousands of celestial chandeliers.

We walk towards the waves as I wipe away my tears.

I grab your hand with a smile and you hold my neck,

And you don’t let go until you’re convinced that

You’ve taken my breath.

You tie a blanket around my waist with shaking palms.

In your head – a billion excuses chanting: “We meant no harm!”

As my limp body leaves the promenade, you’re pouring sweat.

Then – just silence and the engine of your car

Humming the song of regret.

-JW

Hour X

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The forest leans on my sprained ankles and rusty knuckles.

The trees breathe my scared heartbeats. I’m another medal

In their belt buckle.

Dark branches hit my scalp and I’m struggling to see,

Each leaf is a mystery man waiting for my red, restless heart

To burst and bleed.

Fog is covering my shoulders like a breath-taking blanket.

Each step on the moss is a step closer to the ceremony

Of my funeral banquet.

There are men screaming from the roots of these trees, they chuckle.

I turn around in time to see the forest forming a circle around me.

They bow as I ruckle.

-JW

Miss Neon Light

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The design is perfect but something is leaning off-centre,

Nobody seems to care, they keep preaching so gentle.

I just want to hold your hand one last time, before it goes.

Many elbows in my back pushing towards the midnight show.

Can I cry on the stage and make everyone oblivious

To how I’m barely hanging in there by my resilience?

Will the weight be lifted or will it never let me exhale?

Is this a nightmare turned into a Hollywood fairytale?

My eyes shoot every scene but I can’t make them focus

As I drift away to neon lit graveyards and locals.

The pattern is flawless but the story still sounds offbeat.

No one seems to notice until you’re the one burning alive

While they’re escaping the heat.

-JW