In Your Palace

Photo by Michel Caicedo

My neck breaks hands that once choked me

And dodges words that used to matter.

You sharpened your swords in the darkness,

Then blamed me when they finally shattered.

My back aches like long forgotten phrases,

But it never once goes along with the winds.

You closed deals in your crystal palace

Complaining about how the bad guy always wins.

-Jackie

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