There is a cursed spirit in your mirror,
And I watch you pet it every night,
Tame it, hope it becomes dearer,
Yet somehow it never steps into the light.
Wicked claws scratch the old church,
But you turn the blindest eye each time.
Lately all your words have this force,
This power to sell me out for a dime.
Dark dust covers you when you sleep.
Still, you ignore it when you wake up.
The evil tongues, they twist and creep,
Stealing my dreams like sips from a cup.
There is a beast inside of your chest,
And it drinks holy water like a true sinner.
You sing it hymns until you confess,
Then let it snack on my flesh for dinner.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 