Downsize This Life

The bridges must burn before the moon loses warmth

And I must confess my love while I still carry wrath.

Times untangle themselves in these mirages and visions,

And stones cast shadows that cause great division.

I have no place in my pockets for moments or hours,

And my lips spill secrets that make my friends sour.

What if I downsize this life and sell pain like portraits?

The bridges must burn if they cannot afford it.

-Jackie