Before you turn me into your final fantasy,
Blink twice and read the pulsating warnings.
Before you say you’ve seen the last of me,
Kneel and swear you will kill all your darlings.
I do not twist rumors around my teeth.
Crude people do not need my help with lying.
Say my name three times as you struggle to breathe,
Say my name until you cannot deny it.
No one tricked you into assigning me sainthood.
Your cries are as empty as my silent chest.
Before you beg your sins off like a traitor would,
Lay down your crown on my hornets’ nest.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 