The remains stay silent in their shallow graves
And the curtains stay closed as the sun rises.
These days I collect fresh skulls, not names,
And I do not cover up my demise.
-Jackie
Remains
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Dear Hangman
I left wine stains on your white sheets
Even though I’ve been sober for months.
I left teeth marks on your soft neck
But got spared during the witch hunts.
They could not believe the things I said
And swore that beauty erases sin,
But I know they’ll bury me alive tomorrow
And make a prettier suit out of this skin.
-Jackie
Mailbox
My nerves swing over the top rail of the Juliet’s balcony,
And I curse even the softest of our god’s inventions.
I stare at my mailbox like time herself owes me money.
Each ticking second sedates my good intentions.
-Jackie
Good Spirit
I loved writing the ending of this story more than I could love you,
And maybe it’s for the best that we split before we had anything in common.
The moon echoes my crooked cries, but I’m unsure who I should be grieving.
Maybe you were a good spirit that I was just not able to summon.
Maybe our first waltz under the stars was meant to be our last dance,
But I don’t trust fate more than I trust people who claim to adore me.
The moon dives towards the green planet as I watch in slight horror,
Cursing myself for not being kind enough to tell you my bitter “sorry”.
-Jackie
Someday
Someday I’ll learn to deface the things that hurt me most.
Someday I’ll defeat the urge to assign my problems meaning.
Someday I’ll admit that my worst angles deserve a toast,
And someday I’ll be happy just because I’m still breathing.
-Jackie
Misused
Step on that line, cross that bridge,
Smudge the paint, pull out the stitch.
I dream about your ice-cold singes
And being stuck in a misused glitch.
Kill the messenger on their path,
Break their neck in seven places.
You bleed me dry in a bubble bath,
So dry I don’t even leave a trace.
-Jackie
Envy
I envy the humans who have another cheek to turn
Because vengeance is the one thing keeping me alive,
And if I didn’t have bad blood in my veins,
I wouldn’t sit here all charming and well-spoken.
I envy the souls that don’t have to keep doing this.
Yes, perhaps that sounds morbid and bitter,
But I know my honesty doesn’t make a difference,
So I keep spilling words like cheap drinks at a bar.
-Jackie
Unphased
These memories taste distant and blissful.
They dissolve like sugar in hot water
Until I no longer miss you.
These tiny eternities we are setting ablaze,
They cry for the moon,
But it remains dark and unphased.
-Jackie
Red Red Red
Affluent neighborhoods shake in horror.
Bile drips down necks and silent lips.
I did not push you to do the worst thing,
Yet you pushed me with your red fingertips.
-Jackie
The Rat King
The bridges warm me up as they’re burning down.
It was your decision to stay in this cursed town.
Papers float in the air, and they prove you’re guilty.
Come and get me, Rat King.
Make sure that you kill me.
-Jackie
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