Every cat gets out of the bag if you push it.
Those five months flew right by you
While I counted each dime.
Every story has a wise and a foolish villain.
The former gets away
And the latter does the time.
Do you ever think of the repercussions?
I might be just a pawn,
Just a card in your game.
Yet I hold the token, I hold the gun.
I will pull those strings
Until you crumble in shame.
-Jackie
I put up posters to hide the holes
And I put up paintings to cover the blood.
I hid your name from their dull knives,
But you dragged mine through charcoal mud.
-Jackie
You said you would ruffle a few feathers,
You swore you would leave this battle early.
So, why am I losing my guts left and right?
Why did you paint my city gate pearly?
-Jackie
All the birds you’ve ever seen crash against tall windows.
They chase their deaths, trying to outrun your wisdom.
All the women you’ve trapped keep becoming widows,
But you keep staying alive like a loophole in a system.
-Jackie
Even the worst parts of this city cried for me when you wounded my spine,
And I knew then that you are a cross to bear,
A red light or a finite line.
Even the slickest of my enemies shed a few tears that dark August night,
And I knew that your wrongs were a journey,
A test for my wicked might.
-Jackie
Will they write your initials on my headstone
or will it be the other way around?
Will they cite me as your cause of death
or will they lay me in the solid ground?
Will the little flowers stay fresh and green
or will they crumble out of pure spite?
The jewels you gave me are worthless.
They turn to ashes when brought into the light.
-Jackie
Blink twice if you think somebody can hear you.
Blink once if your screams are a waste of breath.
They branded me sinister because of your stories,
So you can thank yourself for this sour threat.
-Jackie
The seagulls drop dead on the salty beach,
And waves wash away their sweet expectations.
The fishes float to the surface, dying of thirst,
As I whisper the very last incantation.
It is not a scene, it is not an honest tragedy,
It is a simple sacrifice made by the banished.
Seven hundred creatures will die before me.
No one will stay alive until you finally vanish.
-Jackie
Memories lose their significance almost as quickly as I lose my respect.
Do you even have a lover in your ancient graveyard that you do not regret?
Love letters lose their power, but you lose your glass temper much faster.
Did you crave me like a substance or did you just want to create a disaster?
-Jackie
I have painted thirty-seven walls in echoing curses,
And I watch them judging me, even clutching their purses,
But I was not meant to be covered in round bruises
From the stones that they throw for becoming your muse.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 