It started with candles and a bottle of gin,
And a text from my ex begging me to come over.
I deleted the number three weeks ago
When I saw hot ashes on her pale shoulders.
I spilled all the water on her old sofa,
Swearing to never let my lips say her name.
But these candles whisper in gentle tones,
And escaping darkness is a terrible game.
The floor creaks under my weight as I break.
If I move, the night will swallow me whole.
These voices around me are getting louder.
My own voice feels like it’s only a mole.
I feel fingers tracing my shoulders with ice,
And my eyelids refuse to open up.
Low growls snake around my pale skull.
I know I will have to drink from the cup.
Still, it started with candles and one hex,
And a text from ex wishing me true peace.
I have bottled up every gram of my rage.
Tonight I will finally summon the beast.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 