My neck bends to your winds and spells out every sentence you mutter.
I am enchanted by your hexes as my spite slides down into the gutter.
Not that long ago I volunteered to be one of your muses,
But you rearranged my words like a puzzle, and I politely refused the music.
My arms swing into your winds and cry for your love in the darkest hour.
I am stuck between your teeth with the rest of my world that you devoured.
No, I did not ask you for much, but you were still unconvinced.
Now white walls talk to you in dozens of voices
And I am gone with the winds.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 