Framing Her Name

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She shaves her head and clips off her wings,

Readies her limbs, sells all ruby rings.

The embroidered clothes fall into flames.

“I won’t be needing gowns for dames.”

There’s a spot between the nearby roofs

Where her heavy head goes hunting spooks.

But tonight the chest fills up with dread,

The body seems to be glued to the bed

And iron chains are holding down her name

So it can’t be lifted and put in a frame.

“No change is easy, let the fire pass through.”

She sinks into the pillows,

Lets her spirit throw a coup.

-JW

Drunk on My Silence

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I used to get drunk on feeling blue about your love,

I used to get hyped when the push came to shove.

My palms sweating at your arrogance, heating up,

But I kind of enjoyed being there, being stuck.

The empathy I carried was too heavy for your shoulders.

The hate you poured weighed me down like a boulder.

I said: “You don’t have to agree but please listen.”

You snapped. “I hope your kind dies out of this system.”

The anger blinded my focus so I span out of control.

Tired of the middle ground, done with trying to cajole.

I used to get drunk on my silence to keep it nonviolent,

But I’m done thinking you can cut me open,

I’m done staying silent.

My voice has never been riant –

My blood is too defiant.

Try me. Try and challenge this bitter story

But you won’t make it taste more compliant.

-JW

Polygraph

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Stay. The polygraph is not painting the picture right.

I want to be in your arms. I’m not afraid of the height.

Crashing towards the asphalt, falling.

Hoping to see you down there. It’s appalling.

The fear is tearing a hole in my being but it’s deceiving.

I can’t leave you alone this evening.

Do you see through me that clearly? Is it a vision?

I’ve taken a feeling and made it into a prison.

The aluminum breathes on my limp body when I’m frightened.

Yet – whenever you call, this cage feels a million pounds lighter.

Stay. The charts are inaccurate. My chained heart made them.

Now it’s free to go, and I’m not asking for it to pay rent.

-JW

Evolve // Deep blue forest

Pitiful words have made me so utterly manic

Should I lay there or should I f*cking panic?

Closed eyes sunken through the half lies,

You swallow destiny and the pale highs

With your poor disguise.

You’re fake as well but it’s not a concern

It’s rather a turn,

A twist to your ego so friggin centric,

Don’t ever try to call ME selfish.

Please burn me at midnight, in a meadow of the deep blue forest

with the rest of my witch coven, the ones that ain’t modest.

If you don’t mind, my scent will stay there to hover

Between the dark trees like a long lost lover.

We don’t take cover. We won’t sink lower.

The smoke will show a way to our blackest abyss,

Not all who wander are lost, yet ignorance is bliss

And the straightest way to hell is paved with the best intent.

Honey, just hold me tight while the flames take away my pretend.