I see neon crosses behind your pupils,
Dilated, shining in evil spasms.
It’s brutal –
How you dig wounds in me, huge like chasms.
But I collapse only for a moment,
Waiting for a fair trial,
A rightful atonement
That takes away your bile,
Your bitter exile.
Sit with me under the oak tree just for a while.
And forget what I said when we broke into two –
That I always dream
About hunting you
Like an animal, like a losing slot machine…
Each time you get away
But you’ve never been the best of prey.
Your grace burns holes in my lungs
As you freeze me with a stare,
Electrocute me with your seven tongues.
Go ahead and fill me with the venom,
I’ll survive.
The night is still young.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 