I’m not sure I’ll make it through the final grater.
What if I lose this empty head seven pages later?
The main hero of this tale has mastered deception,
And maybe one day I’ll know she is my reflection.
Today is not the day so I just pick up the pace,
Plaster cheerless smiles all over this darling face.
I see the cutting edges moving in the distance.
What if I lose this story and no one ever listens?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 