The cement they filled my boots with won’t be enough to hold me down.
The scarlet salt they threw on my door won’t bless this haunted town.
I will run to you each morning and I will use this red love as a bayonet.
When all is said and done, these fresh graves will be our last safety net.
-Jackie
I put down my pen to upkeep your peace.
I broke my feathers while you were asleep.
Bloody scars raised questions in the dark,
But your words left bruises and purple marks.
Silver amulets swung from your stingy neck,
Yet I did not see an ounce of regret.
I put down my shame to ruin your glory.
I will put down your life if you do not feel sorry.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 