Darling, we only exist on other people’s tongues,
We mix with their saliva and slide between their fangs.
They are a famished crowd, but we feed them well,
And the darker our lives get, the more we sell.
Darling, we exist in old mirrors in their rooms,
We watch as young brides are killed by their grooms.
One day a wise lady will smash the silver surface,
Leave her man crying and burning the doormats.
But it will be an illusion, darling, need not worry.
We will bathe their impure souls in morning glory.
Our story is like Dorian’s, devilishly young.
Darling, we only live beneath other people’s tongues.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 