The grey tones in the clouds and on the cobblestone streets
Protect me from the ghouls perched somewhere underneath –
Under my skin, under my coat, under each one of my lashes.
The ghouls try to seduce me, but it’s hard to reignite my ashes.
The grey city cries an old name that seems to ring a bell.
I see pale creatures climbing out of the nine circles of hell.
Some greet me like a friend, some snarl and gnash their teeth.
I point a bloody finger and send my demons out to feed.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 