They dig the wells deeper on this side of town.
Only heavy ground keeps floating bodies down.
Children play in the graveyards and cry in churches,
And conniving people are turned into torches.
They burn flags in secret on this side of town.
Heavy burdens quickly turn into iron crowns.
Adults swim in circles like tortured fishes,
Waiting on a genie with one hundred wishes.
-Jackie
My own inability to leave you drains me,
And I suffocate under each word that you swallow.
The doorknob locks eyes with me, chuckling softly,
Knowing that I am headed towards the gallows.
How do I walk away without being the killer?
Your victimhood waves above our house like a flag,
But your little cruelties crave some new blood,
And I am your trophy, your favorite price tag.
The idea of the old me slips my mind these days.
You must feel proud seeing these walls falling.
I stand still as my feet get covered in vines,
Hoping they all see that this love is not my calling.
Still, I stay in the corner like some apparition,
And my lungs are heavier than my pale lids.
The doorknob locks eyes with me, crying gently,
As you once again treat me like a stubborn kid.
-Jackie
I hope you get a taste of the burdens I carry one day,
I hope you get consumed by the price I still must pay.
It was just a sharp-edged touch, it was yours to take,
And it cut my pale chest into a paper snowflake.
I know you hear it in the streets, the word does fly.
My lips attract snakes and break your faux alibis.
But take your sweet time to make your final shot.
You called me a cold fish, yet it is you who now rots.
You sip on the honey delivered to you by your pawns,
And they have been my moles ever since the dawn.
So, I hope you realize that I am one sour loser,
I hope you know this ends with me calling you an abuser.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 