They are circling me like ravenous vultures,
They only see me as their prey.
It is deep-rooted in this culture,
Never admit it, never do as you say.
The smell of my most recent flesh wound
Makes their feathers shuffle weakly.
My blades are broken, they are all off tune.
Still, I sharpen them weekly.
I live on revenge and broken innocence,
The last two things I fully own.
The wolves stole my dreams of a picket fence,
Now all my hate is homegrown.
As they circle and come even closer,
I sigh as my left lung collapses.
They laugh, threatening me with closure,
But I reach for ellipsis.
I know their help is the greatest faux aid,
A betrayal to my trauma and pain.
One day their claws and teeth will fade,
But by then ice water will run in my veins.
They are circling me like chuckling hyenas,
They see me as the final act.
It all started with some sea foam and Venus,
There is no way to break this pact.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 