Their Tongues

I tuck all my nemeses behind my left ear,

Put their dimes in my pockets,

Hoping no one can hear.

I see the sun burning down those I hold dear.

The city streets whisper,

My old friends disappear.

They say I blow up fresh bridges every week,

And my excuses are endless,

But their reasoning – weak.

The papers print words that some snitches leak,

Calling for me to forfeit,

But I’m almost at the peak.

One day rude tongues will quit their places.

My flesh wounds will heal,

But I won’t forget faces.

My body might reach new homeostasis.

Your hate will dissolve too,

It won’t leave a trace.

-Jackie