The time has come to pick up the sharp pieces and reinvent myself.
I have to choose a better mask before the dogs are sent after my scent.
It’s time to practice smiling in the mirror, practice laughing at jokes.
The people I used to call friends, they all hope I finally choke.
Yes, it’s time to drink champagne as my life collapses around me.
They will send rescuers to the scene who will claim they cannot find me.
It’s time to spin at the edge of a steep cliff and pretend I do not care.
I wish they knew how cruel it was to treat my heart as a dare.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 