Day: Jun 17, 2022

They say that they know how this tale will end,

And they try to finish up my chapter.

But my story is a rotting corpse,

Seeping through walls, leaking through wrappers.

They said that I was another goner,

Then they told me to keep my teeth in check.

Yet they never listened when I begged,

They just watched as I became a wreck.

They said that people like me are rolling stones,

Then they set the gravity into motion.

Still, I crawled up the hill despite the weight,

And that won their undying devotion.

They say that they know how this tell will end.

They did not notice me rewriting the ending.

My story twists like a cursed soul,

It is raw, yet still worth defending.

-Jackie