Today I used the money you gave me as a coaster,
Spilling black coffee over our history
As you pretend to toast her
While adding drugs to her champagne.
I can’t help but wonder –
Do you really not feel any of the pain?
We give you gilded towers
But only our wounds feel like true gains.
She cheers to you and loses the power,
Hands tied, no more going against the grain.
The chanting grows louder,
And by the witching hour
You drown her last hope down your hungry drain.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 