Attention follows me around the street corner,
And I hear its dirty claws coming for my neck.
I want them to perceive me as the final loner,
And I want them to see me as nothing but a threat.
Sharp gazes dig into my flesh like some razors.
They cut off my clothes and slash open my throat.
The path ahead flows in black and blue phases,
But all that I need is to keep myself afloat.
Some cutting words slice off strands of my hair.
If I flinch even a little, the last sword will fall.
My screams get muffled in the hot and heavy air.
I would seek help, but I have nobody to call.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 