Sharp wind awakes me from a gut-wrenching nightmare,
And I find myself lost in an unearthly forest.
Tall trees lean over my head, ready to grab me.
I hear charcoal shadows singing my favorite chorus.
The crowds that once craved my blood like a trophy,
They barely even make me frightened anymore.
Pastel fumes spew from the pockets I used for anger,
And I do not remember why I once craved gore.
I know that my soul would seem bare to a stranger.
My wild hair and wide eyes would make a beast run.
But the weight that pushed me down towards the flames,
It now spins around my head, wanting to see the sun.
My bruised feet keep taking me further and further,
And I dream about the creatures I will meet in this place.
The sharp wind pushes me, it pulls me forward.
I know someone is behind me, but I cannot see the face.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 