The corners of my head get darker than the starry night.
I decorate my bedroom with artificial light.
I do this every time.
Yes, I do it every time.
I tuck the pitch-black thoughts in nebulous rhymes,
And I am scared to death if I forget the next line.
I do this every time.
Yes, I do it every time.
The cobwebs in my skull drip tears that taste like lime.
I wish that I could call the little joys mine.
I do this every time.
Yes, I do it every time.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 