They keep telling me she’s gone, they keep messing with my head.
They want me to cry but I stay overly rowdy and sinister instead.
The gruesome crew I’ve been hunting with asks for revenge –
We keep discovering clues, we keep losing our leads to the stench.
We hear she’s been seen with a man in red in these streets.
That’s not enough to prosecute but he’ll speak if he bleeds.
Once the clock strikes seven PM we emerge from the masks.
No one in this town crosses our way once it’s finally dusk.
Not many people out at this hour, not many challenge their faith.
The huntress walks the southside alone acting as our bait.
I stay back lying in wait, scanning figures and dancing shadows.
Green-eyes is in her Cadillac, she reads the scene like cheap prose.
The fourth night arrives through coffee, nicotine and energy drinks.
The breezy weather shakes my senses, the hopelessness stings.
Despite the drowsiness, we hear a door swinging open close by.
A muffled sound, a kick, sheen of a car and an audible sigh.
We close in on the target – red coat, a lean figure and slight limp.
Tied up by his side is my sacred lamb, she’s not noticing a thing.
The others beg me to wait but I race forward like a starving beast.
Not a man in red – that goddamn woman I thought was deceased!
Oh Lizzy, Lizzy, how you’ve once again wronged me to death.
You told me I should try harder this time
While losing your breath.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 