Tiny claws scrape my knees with surgeon’s precision,
They leave marks I am too scared to show my friends.
I cannot hold down time, I cannot make the decision.
These black and blue nights have only violet ends.
-Jackie
Star-crossed
Tag: daily writing
The Mark
My name is spelled out in the backyard,
And it’s burning in purple flames.
The grass is turning into poisonous gasses,
And I shrivel up in pale shame.
-Jackie
The Symptoms
The symptoms are kicking in this evening.
My throat is burning, yet you call my pain mild.
It’s been a minute since I’ve been with a sinner,
It’s been a while since I’ve felt like a child.
The devil left you on my doorstep like a gift,
But now I wonder if it was just a warning.
The sheets wrap around me like tentacles,
And you suffocate me by calling me “darling”.
-Jackie
Vengeful
Do you think the final punishment will match the crime?
I light up maroon matches and I melt your bloody dimes.
Those who branded me vengeful should cover their ears.
The head only respects what the beating heart fears.
-Jackie
Ice Cold
I chose to believe that you adored me,
Now we’re both caught in the bitter middle.
The temperatures are nearing double zeroes,
And your fiery tongue plays me like a fiddle.
I chose to believe just one single truth,
Now the lies are threatening an avalanche.
Would you give up the cold if I begged?
Would you waste your warmth on a pretty chance?
-Jackie
The Finest
The song plays on a loop in my new apartment,
And the sound surrounds me like a circle of hell.
Those missiles I aimed at your cast iron skin,
They must have convinced you to kiss and tell.
Intentions are dull like the weapons you used.
Now I justify my love to the worried masses.
What if giving up is our safest option?
What if the goodbyes broke our finest glasses?
-Jackie
Colorless
The tree branches scratch my roof at midnight,
Waiting for blue flames consume the leaves.
I beg the stars to grant me three wishes,
But they are not givers,
They are colorless thieves.
-Jackie
The Lair
I remember the scolding looks they gave away freely back when I built this dim lair,
Back when I used to think that I should just tolerate whatever love someone could spare.
Those days are now gone, and many moons have passed since I last fought fair,
And perhaps I would consider stopping this madness if they took the crown out of my hair.
-Jackie
Phrases
The voices at the back of my mind hum familiar phrases.
They tell me secrets, they sing quiet curses and praises.
I wish no one notices the holes in my most hidden mazes,
And I wonder if I can disappear without leaving a trace.
-Jackie
Living In The Past
I like you better when I watch you grow smaller in the rearview mirror.
I love you right when I see you running after a cab that I never took.
The things I enjoy in a moment tend to turn into scary enemy figures.
These memories I carry with me tend to turn into worst-selling books.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 