Month: May 2022

I sing my high praises, then burn my dignity.

A vicious cycle drenched in pride and jealousy.

I kneel to the victors, then take them home.

My bed is the last place they ever feel alone.

Still, I twirl for the kings and bow to the ring.

Only the best acts can make them wink.

Stop assigning me morality, it is long dead,

Watch as its skeleton dries out on my bed.

-Jackie

The months kept passing by and the places you once took from me became my favorite.

I bought every corner of this kingdom out of spite, just to ensure you do not get a part of it.

The tears sliding down my cheeks these days turn into coins without me even trying.

I considered renting your palace out to the harlequins you hate, but it was not worth buying.

You said that snakes practice for years to get out of their old skins and just move on.

I guess you have never met a filthy woman who has been bitten, betrayed and wronged.

The smart ones do not play chess, they burn down the figurines and kill the other player.

Watch as I take my time back and pile on ground onto your grave, layer by cursed layer.

-Jackie

Honey, do not get your sword bloody,

Save the blade for someone deserving.

The lines are blurry, the waters – muddy,

The gleam in your eyes feels concerning.

Honey, do not get your armor broken,

Kneel before me and do not look up.

Our lives might once have been interwoven,

But now only power fills my cup.

-Jackie

The streets giggle under my feet as I walk them at night,

They point at my tears, they mock my shaking thighs.

Velvet cars pass by, but they might as well pass through.

It really has been weeks since this world has felt brand new.

And I know it is only twenty-five, not an end of an era.

I wanted to make them all mine, but they called me Hera.

This pressure I carry in my shoes tends to break my neck

Because every night I spend with people tastes like regret.

I do not even hate them, but I love these city streets.

Someone follows you home, somebody faces defeat…

The lights jingle above me as I unlock my unlucky door.

Nobody has to know how many times I punch the floor.

-Jackie

They gave me silver rings and emerald necklaces,

Filled my ears with lies

And then filled my chalices.

They dressed me in smooth silk until I coughed pearls.

They promised to stay,

So, I spun, and I twirled.

I spilled my truths on the floor like a sacred brew.

Their tongues ran dry,

They told me they knew.

But I tripped on my words, and I ripped the dresses.

I told them to run

And clean up my messes.

They put snakes in my bed, yet they never strangled me.

They called me a witch,

Drowned in their jealousy.

It was clear they did not know much better than this –

They were sinking,

Dragging me into the abyss.

They gave me some rings and emerald necklaces,

Filled my cups with poison,

Then burned my palaces.

-Jackie

In my nightmares I lose my teeth and run from people who left me years ago.

It is tragedy after tragedy, lost moments and memories that feel like vertigo.

I sip champagne from ice glasses and slay the men who trapped my flesh,

And as soon as I awake, the deep wounds I once healed feel raw and fresh.

In my nightmares the people who stayed are swept away by terrible hurricanes,

But in my dreams I get to meet some people who will never learn my name.

I hang from windows of old buildings and scream until my lungs are wrecked,

Then fall to the ground just to wake up in my own bed, drenched in cold sweat.

In my nightmares I follow creatures down the paths I choose to never take.

If they keep it between us, nobody has to know what happened by the lake.

I walk on the frozen surface until I see the cracks spreading around me…

Because in my nightmares nobody else but me can finally drown me.

-Jackie