Self-Sabotage

Every edge, every crease, every piece of my palace,

It all stands before me as doves fill my chalice.

The translucent clouds squeeze in through my nose,

Releasing the crisp air through my neck and toes.

The light on my eyelids reflects all their glances,

But my cheeks grow too tired of faking romances.

These towers I built from the blood of my peace,

They will never sing louder than my hometown trees.

What if all of these dreams were only a story?

And what if this palace stands tall just to bore me?

With decades spilled down my fate’s ugly drain,

I shatter this palace to let in the rain.

-Jackie