Her parents told her she’ll never grow old and gray.
“That’s exactly what you get from going astray.”
She learned quickly that there’s a price to pay,
Even for the little things, like another damn day.
So, she prayed to the false god and all his apostles,
She begged for the unreachable, for the colossal.
The chaos became her home as she grew hostile,
The memories of easier times became just a fossil.
Yet, her mind was so sharp it broke blood oaths.
Her tongue danced on soft necks before cutting throats.
Soon she found friends in people the others loathe,
She found music in places no one sang odes.
Time passed, and her parents forgot that she existed,
They devoted themselves to raising her sister,
And she was grateful they did, she didn’t even miss it.
Every broken, warped part in her became untwisted.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 