They dance in the warmth of the fire that is killing me,
They sway calmly as every part of my soul dies in agony.
Yes, I am out of tricks to save me from this prophecy.
Yes, I am done with becoming their sweet little parody.
They told me the secret is to scream into a pillow,
The trick is to dull the edges until I do not feel them.
“I swear no one cares as you weep under the willows,
I swear no one sees the bruises if you just seal them.”
Still, they dance in the warmth of the hate I always carry,
They sway calmly as my grey ashes get buried.
Yes, I have tasted death and it tastes like cherries.
Yes, I have been to the abyss and it no longer feels scary.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 