
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

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