Day: Apr 8, 2022

I hope you get a taste of the burdens I carry one day,

I hope you get consumed by the price I still must pay.

It was just a sharp-edged touch, it was yours to take,

And it cut my pale chest into a paper snowflake.

I know you hear it in the streets, the word does fly.

My lips attract snakes and break your faux alibis.

But take your sweet time to make your final shot.

You called me a cold fish, yet it is you who now rots.

You sip on the honey delivered to you by your pawns,

And they have been my moles ever since the dawn.

So, I hope you realize that I am one sour loser,

I hope you know this ends with me calling you an abuser.

-Jackie