That ghostly string that ties us together,
It keeps tipping people over
When I stand up for what is right.
Those late night thoughts I gave you,
They keep bruising my knees
Whenever I see an unfiltered light.
That hand you used to touch my back,
It haunts my darkest nightmares,
And I wish I could kill you.
Your pale eyes stare me up and down.
They chase my every success.
But you won’t stop,
Will you?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 