There’s this unspoken fear in the obvious
That’s devotedly snaking around the both of us.
Our wrists are leaking poison into the well
But I won’t say it if you won’t tell.
They’re drinking it up, they’re cheering out loud.
The biggest liar is the face of a crowd.
Our lids are dripping neon into the well
But I won’t say it if you won’t tell.
We’re drifting apart, firing bullets with our tongues,
Wounded to death but the night is still young.
Our heads are spilling gasoline into the well,
But I won’t explode if you won’t yell.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 