Day: Mar 22, 2022

You thought my soul was made of tender flesh,

And you craved me like a cannibal.

I was rotten all along, dressed in cheap mesh,

Howling like a dying animal.

Still, you reached for me in the most violent hours,

Begged me to stay the night.

I was breaking down your silver towers,

Fighting the winds like a kite.

You put your pupils on mine and just stood there,

Not a word, not a whisper.

I was poison ivy living without a care,

But you promised me to listen.

So, you did, and I fell for your gruesome taste,

Some called it just a tragedy.

But most called my life a soulless waste

And never questioned your eulogy.

-Jackie