The early morning terrors tear me into seven pieces.
I get frightened by my own reflection as I’m pacing.
The ceiling leaks flames, but the walls cry for Jesus,
And I don’t believe prophecies
Or this dream I’ve been chasing.
Dirty nails and gnarled paws bleed into my weekends.
Shadows follow me around like a failed thief.
I don’t need an escape, I just need a few reasons.
There must be a destination,
A way to kill all this grief.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 