My wounds only open under water.
The sea is my god, it is my martyr.
My eyes drip tears only when I lose.
I act like fate is a goddam noose.
I know roads the others cannot find.
The maps are burned, the horses – blind.
My breath is a salty breeze on a neck,
But it turns to fire to gain respect.
My truth only shines when the sun dies.
They know I kill it to save the night.
My mouth is the seventh entry of hell,
Only the brave can drink from the well.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 