My body transcends through time and matter,
I morph into creatures no one can imagine.
Every new form feels more broken and scattered,
But I cannot stop.
My ego’s too fragile.
Bones turn to mush and warm skin hardens.
Suddenly I fear that my pain will find me.
If I quit it now, will my soul be pardoned?
Will my crucifixion be brutal and timely?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 