Do you know what my nothingness tastes like?
It pushes my head under water until it is ripe.
The empty feeling cuts off my hair with scissors,
It pulls on my sleeve until I see vivid visions.
Some gray creatures climb in my fragile chest.
The static goes cold, and I leave out all the rest.
Bright red snowflakes land on my lucid irises,
They drip scarlet into my dearest promises.
Can you imagine what my nothingness tastes like?
I keep drowning as they tell me it is alright.
But the complete abandonment never sinks in.
It is my curse, treating my sanity like a sin.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 