I would have been so relieved if I saw your eulogy
Stating in no uncertain terms that you lost your legacy.
I would have jumped up and down like a joyous kid
While my rage trapped and suffocated you under a lid.
-Jackie
Under A Lid
Tag: Dancing On Your Grave
Cutting Lemons
The lemons I cut on my kitchen counter
Still taste sweeter than your biting lips.
The money I spent on chasing your love,
I made it all back in generous tips.
I do not want to hear that you’re sorry.
You can save your reasons and your voice.
The times will catch up with thunderous traitors
And screams will overcome the noise.
-Jackie
Long-Lost Friend
I did not have it in me to wish you good fortune,
I did not have the guts to say I prayed for your death.
It is funny how you can curse someone you love
And how you can watch them die in the very same breath.
I have grown too tired to speculate or try,
I have grown way too old for you to try me again.
Please promise me that when you finally pass
My scathing face will not remind you of a long-lost friend.
-Jackie
Kind Enough
You were not kind enough to leave me,
You were not wise enough to stay.
Am I only a sore topic to you?
Or a sour remark that ruins your day?
-Jackie
Every Cat
Every cat gets out of the bag if you push it.
Those five months flew right by you
While I counted each dime.
Every story has a wise and a foolish villain.
The former gets away
And the latter does the time.
Do you ever think of the repercussions?
I might be just a pawn,
Just a card in your game.
Yet I hold the token, I hold the gun.
I will pull those strings
Until you crumble in shame.
-Jackie
Betrayed
I put up posters to hide the holes
And I put up paintings to cover the blood.
I hid your name from their dull knives,
But you dragged mine through charcoal mud.
-Jackie
The Gate
You said you would ruffle a few feathers,
You swore you would leave this battle early.
So, why am I losing my guts left and right?
Why did you paint my city gate pearly?
-Jackie
Loophole
All the birds you’ve ever seen crash against tall windows.
They chase their deaths, trying to outrun your wisdom.
All the women you’ve trapped keep becoming widows,
But you keep staying alive like a loophole in a system.
-Jackie
Finite
Even the worst parts of this city cried for me when you wounded my spine,
And I knew then that you are a cross to bear,
A red light or a finite line.
Even the slickest of my enemies shed a few tears that dark August night,
And I knew that your wrongs were a journey,
A test for my wicked might.
-Jackie
Little Flowers
Will they write your initials on my headstone
or will it be the other way around?
Will they cite me as your cause of death
or will they lay me in the solid ground?
Will the little flowers stay fresh and green
or will they crumble out of pure spite?
The jewels you gave me are worthless.
They turn to ashes when brought into the light.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 