There was a chill in the sigh that escaped your lips
Before your words drove blades into my bruised neck.
I thought I knew it all back when we built this ship.
I thought we could find a shore if I stayed on the deck.
My fingers wore your calluses like they were jewels,
The moonlight made my dark worries seem too small.
While I was asleep, you took the profits and tools,
And you hid the last prophets in my bedroom walls.
“A willing participant, a creature well below me.”
Did I will your cruel plans into my tranquil life?
Once they bury me, will they think of me as a trophy?
Will they ever find the chains, the cages, the knife?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 