The webs you made were not a good enough reason for you to leave.
My life stood there, naked and exposed, as I struggled to breathe.
Your sharp teeth found ways to bite, but you were, oh, so surprised
When your own child grew up to be a shark too,
Refusing to swim circles in your lies.
It is true, strangers are alerted about my talent to kill my darlings.
I hear you spoke to the local cashiers; I hear you gave them a warning.
You think you have so much gasoline in your tank, always running,
But you gifted your mistress a perpetual-motion daughter
With twice as much cunning.
Now we pass each other in the city streets, ignoring all the deceit.
Fate is a cruel beast, she loves to frame and glisten the worst receipts.
Your family knows how hard you can go when it comes to neglect.
I wish this the guilt feeds on your soul until the end,
I hope it gets so heavy it breaks your neck.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 