My skull budged under your blunt force,
It cracked like a leaf during a storm.
Still, I was yelling out for more
Even when I couldn’t keep myself warm.
You butchered my character in the dark,
I really wish your words left marks.
The steepest hills call me from a far,
And I want to go, but I don’t have the heart.
Yet, I have the spite of a sour truth,
Filling your pupils with rotten fruit.
No one roots for me when I finally shoot,
Fire away the rage, so honest and crude.
My fangs rip your manipulations to shreds,
They quote wise books you never read.
You stabbed me with thoughts until I bled,
Now I finish the painting in your color red.
These claws my destiny owns scare me,
They tear into my skin and wear me.
But my own voice, it becomes weary,
And the anger dies on a petal like a fairy.
“No way out of the destruction machine,
No need for sun, no need for gleam.”
As my power finally makes you kneel,
The darkness chants, not sure what it means.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 