Day: Jan 30, 2022

What do you tell them about that chilly evening?

Do you call it cursed like I do?

Do you dare to call it enchanting?

You grabbed my body like I was a fleeting feeling,

Then destroyed the ground where I was standing.

All that for laughs and dimes,

All that for nothing.

Just so you could feel my skin on yours for a couple more times.

I truly hope that memory was your cherry on a whipped cream topping,

And I hope I was the reward you wanted the most in this race.

Yet, you know what they say about mad women,

Especially if their enemies have a name and a face,

And the story of their fury has a clear beginning.

You do not believe it though,

You tell them I got lost in translation.

I will not correct you, I am running this show,

Teaching the viewers about the consequences of an innocent causation.

So, do not mind the heart palpitations that will follow,

Do not look away as the story unravels.

My heart is charred, and it is hollow,

Do not beg for mercy or seek out a fair gavel.

Instead, answer the question.

What do you tell them about that chilly evening?

Did you develop an obsession?

Do you just not care about me bleeding?

I am coming for everything you ruined for me,

And for every lie you tell,

I will multiply that one pound of flesh by three.

Was it all for nothing then or was it a spell?

Feel free to spill before your monomyth becomes a tragedy.

-Jackie