The wet fingers tighten around my ankles,
And I grasp for air but it fails to fill my lungs.
My blood runs colder than the mighty ocean,
My secrets start spilling out of the open trunk.
-Jackie
Grasping
Month: Apr 2023
My Tomorrows
Spellbinding moments turn into graveyards,
Turn into castles,
Turn into stones.
Why is this story still going backwards?
Did I lose hope?
Did I end up alone?
I loved and I lost you in the deep waters.
The hills echoed screams,
But not the sorrow.
If I had one piece of soul to barter,
I would give it up.
Take all my tomorrows.
-Jackie
Nail In A Coffin
You left dirty marks on my only altar,
You left thirty scars on my sinking trust.
Each corner of my church smells like regret,
Each nail in my coffin tastes like rust.
-Jackie
For The Hopeless
Put the animal in a cage
and put your pulsating rage in my pocket.
I cannot escape the heatwaves,
but I can empty my eye sockets.
Put the cynic in a cathedral
and play ethereal songs on loop.
We are really not making strides,
we are just stuck on an endless hoop.
-Jackie
Killing Dart
When I knew there was no light left in my windows
And there was no steel left in my sinking heart,
I let the streets know the name of my only traitor.
Not even the wind could catch that killing dart.
-Jackie
Good Times
The darkest storms pass
and the nicest words rot
and I wish things would last
when my stomach’s in knots.
The good times spill
and the bad days fade
and I outsmart my will
but never outrun my fate.
-Jackie
Under A Lid
I would have been so relieved if I saw your eulogy
Stating in no uncertain terms that you lost your legacy.
I would have jumped up and down like a joyous kid
While my rage trapped and suffocated you under a lid.
-Jackie
Cutting Lemons
The lemons I cut on my kitchen counter
Still taste sweeter than your biting lips.
The money I spent on chasing your love,
I made it all back in generous tips.
I do not want to hear that you’re sorry.
You can save your reasons and your voice.
The times will catch up with thunderous traitors
And screams will overcome the noise.
-Jackie
Long-Lost Friend
I did not have it in me to wish you good fortune,
I did not have the guts to say I prayed for your death.
It is funny how you can curse someone you love
And how you can watch them die in the very same breath.
I have grown too tired to speculate or try,
I have grown way too old for you to try me again.
Please promise me that when you finally pass
My scathing face will not remind you of a long-lost friend.
-Jackie
Kind Enough
You were not kind enough to leave me,
You were not wise enough to stay.
Am I only a sore topic to you?
Or a sour remark that ruins your day?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 