Day: Dec 20, 2022

Back in my hometown they still tell these tales,

They say I bite off heads, then bite off tails.

Maybe they are not that far off with that rumor,

But it has been a while since I got their humor.

It has been a minute since I lost the heavy shield

Or told someone how I hate to bleed and feel.

Should I blame my nature or nurture for this?

Is there a way out of the corner of an abyss?

I hide the soft spot in my chest as they observe,

Hoping they find my sadness well-deserved.

As long as they talk, this feeling stays mine,

It stays between you, me and the passage of time.

-Jackie