Day: Jun 19, 2022

My mind was keeping itself a prisoner,

It got cursed by the local coroner.

My saliva mixed with the blood from the bruise.

I was isolated and wrongly accused.

No one tried to fix the burning pages,

But their words sent me to eldritch sages.

No action taken, no love lost.

Dearest, I only had myself to trust.

A decade slipped through my trembling palms,

And when I noticed, they told me to be calm.

Please stop saying that I lost my head,

Look at the sheets, see the pints I have bled.

My mind was keeping itself in chains,

Swallowing fumes just to kill the pain.

Even the worst labyrinth has a way out,

So, do not tell me now that you are proud.

-Jackie