Honey, please do not worry, I really do not feel like death.
My frame is transparent, and my pulse is an empty threat.
Honey, what is the matter, oh, why are you screaming?
My eyes are two black holes endlessly sinking or dreaming.
Honey, I told you too many times to never let them win.
My breath is just a ghoulish wind bumping into cheap tin.
Honey, I beg you to listen, I do not feel like a ghost.
You have known ever since you found my corpse on the coast.
Honey, what is the reason behind you crying so loud?
I wish I could have cried like that, but I was never allowed.
Honey, I begged you too many times to get me help,
But you insisted that these blades will only make me yelp.
Honey, the wounds never healed, they leaked red on the carpet.
Deep inside I knew that you had made me into a paper target.
Honey, please check twice if you locked the door tonight.
My frame is transparent, and I am as ghostly as my might.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 