When the leaves behind me stop singing their song,
I will take the final step into this cursed forest.
Some cold shivers run marathons on my skin,
But I am on the path to take back what was promised.
The lights in the distance hum in hushed tones,
And crows look hungrily at my shiny eyes.
A moment more, and I will walk down the hill.
A moment more, and I will say my goodbyes.
The sharpened memories press against my skull
As my consciousness leaps across the greying clouds.
With one quick move of the fist, I kill it gently.
I must get going,
I must bury his shrouds.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 