Day: Jan 11, 2022

I’ve taken at least a dozen taxes home last week,

And, god, I’ve cried in every single one,

I’ve cried until I couldn’t breathe.

The drivers never notice my running mascara,

They just take me through the frozen city

As my mouth feels drier than The Sahara.

But the city stares at me, begging me to stop,

I hear it moving around me awkwardly,

Growing more annoyed with every teardrop.

I wish I could say things like “this is the last time”

Or “this is the last son I take”,

Yet, the hell is wide open for my crimes.

So, I carry on, I’ve signed the contract already.

Each night I walk the darkest streets,

Looking for someone rude or unsteady.

I breathe in the heavy winter air as I approach,

And the blade in my pocket smirks.

It’s my partner, it’s my coach.

Once I’m done, the old buildings judge me,

But as long as I don’t leave any witnesses,

Their sorrows don’t cost me money.

So, I’ll just take another taxi home tomorrow,

And the city will have to deal with the fact

That my prey is stolen, not borrowed.

-Jackie