Month: May 2022

Drop your act to the floor and walk onto the stage to dance.

I know you would die on your knees if I gave you the chance.

Your tight designer shirts cannot hide your beastly fangs,

Your ever-present grin cannot hide the blades in your hands.

And I wish it was different this time, I wish I could spare you,

But it was you who challenged me, told me not to fear you.

Then you stepped on my fragile neck as your followers cheered,

And I swore I would make you an enemy to those you held dear.

Drop your act to the floor and walk onto the stage to fight.

This is not a friendly contest, this is a battle for your life.

Your bloody teeth cannot hide the shakiness of your breath,

And soon enough you are going to wish that we never met.

-Jackie

The pale whites of the sails are barely visible.

I cannot fight the agony,

It is nothing but physical.

My stomach is twisting and turning inside.

I cannot see the sun,

I have nowhere to hide.

The water pressure is squeezing my throat,

And I am out of wishes,

Out of reasons to float.

All I can ask for is a wrinkle in this timeline,

A bump to lift me,

Throw me towards the limelight.

But the sharks are circling around my ankles,

Waiting me to tire,

Expecting me to be in shambles.

I know I do not have much time to write this,

I will give up quite soon,

Become strange and lifeless.

The pale whites of the sails are barely visible.

I cannot fight the agony,

It is nothing but physical.

-Jackie

Even though each day I feel less and less like I’m sinking,

I still find crosses to carry, burdens that keep me from winning.

Their tentacles wrap around my ankles as I swim up.

I know they’re lying when they offer me to drink from the cup.

Each day the sun rises, but it delivers a little less warmth.

It is punishing me for refusing to play the damn part.

The rays twist and turn through the layers of my pulsating skin.

I still find curses to bury, legacies that I simply cannot win.

-Jackie

Was I just a bump in the road?

Was I just collateral damage?

Men like you think they deserve power,

They slay, then offer a bandage.

It is me who is going to ruin you,

Take it in, let it hurt.

Your regal blood is worthless,

And I don’t want to say a word.

You spat me out like a fly,

Tried to rip my will to pieces,

But no one spins a story like me,

Twists truth until it ceases.

So, was I just a fleeting feeling?

Was I just an undone memory?

Men like you don’t have any power,

They lose it all to me.

-Jackie

Your stories haunt my daydreams to this very day.

They dance on my walls like a shadow play.

I close the black curtains and sit alone in the dark.

I dream of a land that is, oh, so far.

But your stories puncture my ears like a drill,

And all I can really do is let them kill.

They flash before my eyes in violent crashes.

Your stories never appealed to the masses.

So, they haunt my days and torture my nights,

Strap me of sanity and deplete me of life.

I close me eyes, hoping you will not get in,

But I am yet to see an ending in which I win.

-Jackie

How can I haunt you if you never wronged me?

So, tell me, love, where did you bury my “sorry”?

How can I linger like a curse if I’m already gone?

Did you want to make me yours by the dawn?

And why do you say that I did it if I’m useless?

Scream it from the rooftops: are you clueless?

Now it’s you they don’t believe.

How does it feel?

Tell it to the rain,

Tell me, how does it feel?

You slipped on your anger like a banana peel,

Now you blame me for the bruises on your knees.

But how can I haunt you if you never touched me?

How can I linger or shriek like cursed a banshee?

It’s all about perspective, love, didn’t you hear?

They’re burning all the green that you hold so dear.

-Jackie

Tonight the sky chooses my fate for me,

And I am just a throwaway memory,

A broken line connecting two sides,

Always twisting and screaming in my sleep.

But do not worry, love, there is still time to hide.

As the sky chooses for me,

Count to ten and run for the moon.

It is too late to say you are sorry,

Too late to save me from the gloom.

So, keep yourself safe like you always do.

If you dare to take a look back at me,

Keep your lying palms on your eyes.

You were pretending to be happy,

Now go and pretend to enjoy my demise.

-Jackie

But take me as I am,

Not what I am yet to become.

Once I get to your arms,

I will re-learn to run.

Take me for what I am worth,

Not what I have lost.

Once I see your eyes,

I will kill my past.

But take me as I am,

Not what I am still chasing.

Once I finish this race,

I will be done with pacing.

And take me in like a poison,

Not like clear water.

Once I cleanse my sins,

You will thank the fathers.

-Jackie

Please stand by as I lock you out of my loop,

I’ll swallow the keys and I’ll erase the proof.

You won’t get to watch me breaking down.

I’m not the biggest show in your empty town.

Don’t try to make your apologies believable.

It was me trying and it was me always bleeding.

Yet, you found a way to make me your clown,

You’re truly an anchor, always brining me down.

But you never stayed in one place for long,

Travelled all the lands to write a country song.

I swear I don’t remember your honest face.

I’m surprised about how much greed can erase.

Go ahead and call my bitterness an illness.

Do you realize it was you who killed this?

Please stand by as I lock you out of my loop.

Don’t ask for the keys, I have nothing to prove.

-Jackie

There is something very alluring about those who let you drown,

Then pull your corpse out of the water whenever they’re in town.

They will unleash their maggots and let them consume your brain,

But as soon as you speak up, they will just shiver in faux pain.

There is something pleasing about those who forget your name

Just to call you at 1 AM and complain without any shame.

They will cut lives and throats because greed is their virtue.

If you call them out, they will blame you for their torture.

Still, the rest will watch this unravel like it isn’t a real issue.

The best they can do is give you a Band-Aid or hand you a used tissue.

If it bleeds, it leads, and they don’t care about what caused it.

As long as someone screams, they won’t dare to pause it.

-Jackie