What’s the use of your wise reflections
If you color me with invisible paint?
These mirrors twist me in cruel angles
While you observe me like a saint.
Your sage green eyes stay anchored.
They chew right through my pale skin.
Was there really me before you?
Did you make me into a scarlet sin?
I don’t know if my breath matters,
And you choose to dodge the question.
Your words flow like great rivers,
But I’m not one of your obsessions.
So, why do you call me back?
My outlines are almost transparent.
One day I’ll fade with the winds,
And my dust will be your death warrant.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 