The game you play in my head hedges your bets,
But I don’t have the money to pay off your debts.
The new price tag is getting too heavy to carry.
You’re running out of ancient hatchets to bury.
Silk wraps around scars and wraps around necks,
And you wrap around me without any regret.
The game you play in my head is closing up soon.
Make sure you pack up by this afternoon.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 