You took my secrets against my best wishes,
You took them down the drain with you
Mixing my soul with dirty dishes.
I tied up the red flags, collected them all –
What a lovely sight, isn’t it?
Watching them finally fall.
You made a joke out of my darkest times
But I could never joke about you
Or your petty crimes.
And I tried torturing you the same but you yelled,
You claimed that you’re in pain
When it was my neck you held.
The cigarette smoke dissolves over your pity
As you take one last cynical look
At me leaving this sunken city.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 