Dead Woman

I stand on the grey pavement of this city I built in my head,

I am a dead woman, hanging onto my own heartbeat by a thread.

The chills your words sent through me still freeze my flesh.

You are a frostbite, you are a sedated death dressed in mesh.

Yes, I still remember the violent sentences you once mouthed.

You said I was completely alone, but my funeral was overcrowded.

I stand on this pavement, searching for a drop of pure dignity.

Is it too late for you to breathe some life back into me?

-Jackie