The reviews are now in,
But we don’t rush to read them.
We don’t trust the news
Unless someone new is bleeding.
I see how you stare at me,
Your knuckles turn white.
An old lady wrote a prophecy:
“He will kill his wife.”
Yet, I don’t mind the tension
Or the static in my lungs.
Wise minds speak of prevention,
Then go and beat their sons.
We’re just playing love
As it’s shown on silver screens.
Put away your white gloves.
Lights, cameras, action and scene.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 