Day: Nov 6, 2022

We are stuck between live and let die.

I let you cut off my limbs one by one

Until I need you to survive,

Need you to hold my golden gun.

My lungs crave the air you breathe,

But you are not giving it away.

I wish I still had the strength to leave.

I wish I wanted to stay.

The trains will crash at midnight

As you hold me in your arms.

The sound will kill our porch light,

But the fire will do no harm.

The morning after I will arise

To my pale limbs all greeting me.

As sure as the tides will fall and rise,

I will reclaim my dignity.

-Jackie