I navigate between empty lanes, absorbing the adrenaline.
Every noise is a threat, every crooked sign lies.
All the smiles of passersby deceive with their benevolence.
The scarlet car roars as I rush through the deserted mountains.
But the evening sun rises, it drains my guilty eyes,
They leak like long abandoned fountains.
The inky mascara mixes with my miserable pity and it burns.
No strength left to escape, no energy to stop the cries.
My stomach and eyelids convulse, each taking turns.
A gentle light in the distance pulls me out of the panic.
It shakes and it dances, mimicking the stars in the night sky.
And my limbs move, they’re almost mechanic.
This might be the limbo – but I’ll take anything a little less tragic.
As I pull over, the door of a mahogany house nearby swings open.
She smirks, lips playfully parted.
My downfall, my last omen.
“It’s been a while since I’ve messed with magic,
But, love, I’ve never seen a soul more disheartened.”
I collapse by the entrance, all goes black, then turns blue again.
Yet, I manage a grin,
Knowing that I’ve found a fellow sinner in a friend.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 