If I could make a single wish,
I would erase this desire.
If I could get the final prize,
I would kill the roaring fire.
My thoughts roam through the streets,
Setting the houses ablaze.
There is no hope in this town,
There are no dreams in this maze.
-Jackie
I don’t know how to tell myself “no”,
So, I let petty things and jewelry distract me.
I’m nothing but a price tag myself,
And I worry my small problems will one day attack me.
I demonize those who do better,
I root for their downfall while inhaling fumes.
They probably feel how insecure I am.
They don’t want me to stay in the room.
Still, revenge is the one thing that drives me,
And if I don’t feel it, I don’t feel at all.
My lack of self-control controls me.
I’m scared that one day it will tell me to crawl.
-Jackie
My arrows shoot for the tall trees,
And the forest stands perfectly still.
I try to set my ringing rage free,
But it does not bend to my will.
Long nails push against my temples
As the night crawls into my chest.
The fresh air waves and trembles,
And anger throws me out of the nest.
The birds laugh in my pale face,
But I make sure to grit my teeth.
Even if my steps can be traced,
They won’t get a chance to make me bleed.
-Jackie
Are these cages we built for each other truly meant for our closeness?
I ask the wind to deliver my message, but it says that I should hope less.
Are the chains we put on this house really keeping us entertained?
Are we burning our breaths to say evil words and hide our own shame?
-Jackie
Throw me a lifeline and watch me drown it in the sea.
Come save me in a lifeboat as I burn like a dry tree.
My journey is destined to fail before I pack the bags.
I hope they sell my clothes and bury me in rags.
-Jackie
Your apologies drip from the ceiling,
They coat the stairs with their foggy intentions.
Is there weight behind these words
Or are your tears just wasting my attention?
My thoughts spin around uncontrollably,
And I assign you phrases you never uttered.
It is easier to avoid you like a problem.
If love fizzles out, will it even matter?
-Jackie
What if I’m your final girl?
The last one to survive your messes.
The knife feels soft in my hands,
But what if the night confesses?
Imagine the secrets it keeps
And the monsters it has swallowed.
If I’m really your final girl,
Why do my bones feel hollow?
A new morning is coming soon.
This horror will fade like a spell.
What if I’m the real killer?
Will your curses drag me to hell?
-Jackie
Suffocate me with gentle palms as I curse out the muddy roads.
Tattoo the shape of your lips on my collarbone as I implode.
My tongue is a weapon, the sharpest blade in the seven lands,
But I cannot use it on you, so squeeze it until I hurt my hands.
-Jackie
I smoke cigarettes on the balcony,
Hoping you still remember me.
I walk shakily in the middle of the road,
Hoping you know I feel alone.
Last November left us in ruins.
You left and turned me inhuman.
I smoke cigarettes on the balcony,
Erasing you like a prophecy.
-Jackie
What exactly is my crime this time around?
I see it in your eyes and feel it on your skin.
The rage is turning you into a wild hound,
And this rusty edge I balance is paperthin.
We were a good match, one for the books,
But my razorsharp tongue cut out some pages.
Your glances were nothing but wicked crooks.
Still, it was you who called me a bloody mage.
Do not flatter yourself, you cursed soul.
Accuse me, berate me, but do not bawl.
Pointing fingers cannot make your heart whole.
Stand beside me as jury makes the call.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 