fiction – Page 47 – The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright

A New Order

4. Apr, 20223. Apr, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

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Even feathers turn to weapons in violent hands,

And people turn on each other in your homeland.

I used to swallow small towns like a hurricane,

Now my consciousness beats me with a grey cane.

Still, they beg me to return and built a new order,

A system so transluscent it has no real borders.

But I am trapped between the cracks on a glass,

I am stuck in reflections and I dream of green grass.

So, just let me live in these bones I have gathered.

There is only so much I can do before I shatter.

Even blades turn to shields for those in need,

And people lose count of the reasons they bleed.

-Jackie

Dead Woman

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I stand on the grey pavement of this city I built in my head,

I am a dead woman, hanging onto my own heartbeat by a thread.

The chills your words sent through me still freeze my flesh.

You are a frostbite, you are a sedated death dressed in mesh.

Yes, I still remember the violent sentences you once mouthed.

You said I was completely alone, but my funeral was overcrowded.

I stand on this pavement, searching for a drop of pure dignity.

Is it too late for you to breathe some life back into me?

-Jackie

Begging The Night

2. Apr, 20222. Apr, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

The dawn breaks me in half and takes my neck as a trophy,

But I scream my lungs dry, begging for the night to hold me.

My pupils expand wider than an endless sea of falling stars,

And suddenly there is just the trees, no traffics and no cars.

The horizon is dying in every single vertical that I kill.

I could stop the cycle of abuse, but I swear, I cannot stay still.

The dawn breaks me in half and takes my neck as a trophy,

But I scream my lungs dry, begging for the night to hold me.

-Jackie

Let Our Pain Brew

1. Apr, 202231. Mar, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

The winds are pushing through my aluminum shields,

They are running through my memories like scarlet minefields.

I stay close to the ground to avoid the fatal impact,

Waiting for my stained consciousness to call me back.

My hair catches fire whenever the empty sky bleeds.

Honey, you and I, we have the most amazing seats.

As long as we stay in this little storm for two,

The winds will hold us down and let our pain brew.

-Jackie

Cover To Cover

31. Mar, 202231. Mar, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

No, no, no, I cannot live without the electricity,

Cannot breathe without it swarming my bones.

Go, go, go and find how to kill this fantasy,

Find someone who makes me choke when I’m alone.

But it might just be my foolish bitterness

Keeping me awake like a penniless fiend.

Yes, it must be my outrageous selfishness

That burns the bridges and kills the green fields.

No, no, no, don’t you wait as I finally recover

And bask in the sunlight as others die trying.

Go, go, go and rip my story up from cover to cover.

I’ve been wondering what it feels like to be dying.

-Jackie

These Chapels

30. Mar, 202229. Mar, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

There are these grand chapels on my way to work,

I wish I could pinch them with my devil’s fork.

The frost is biting down and chewing the bells,

And my eyes are burning with the flames from hell.

The faces pressed against the windows scare me,

They are waiting for another night to marry.

I look straight forward and hold onto my breath,

Trying to ignore the teeth reaching for my neck.

Still, the chapel towers sing the smoothest symphonies.

I know I will get swallowed by these prophecies.

There are these grand chapels on my way to work,

I wish I could pinch them with my devil’s fork.

-Jackie

Do Not Dream

29. Mar, 202228. Mar, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

Paint the billboards with your crocodile tears,

Slice open the ladders, blow up the tiers.

Destroy the systems you used to worship,

But do not blame me for your wrecked warships.

Unleash the seven devils every morning,

And suffocate me with looks, oh, so adoring.

Do not dream about me coming back to you,

Paint the neon signs treacherously blue.

-Jackie

The Storms I Will Unleash

28. Mar, 202227. Mar, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

The rouge in your bathroom turns blue every morning,

Drowning in your tears and dripping in mourning.

Mirrors on mirrors, broken glass on your floor.

Switch off the lights and count down to four.

The pale fog shoots itself against the windows,

Reflecting sorrowful faces of your widows.

You know you cannot hold on for much longer,

And you are wishing for another life to launder.

It will not be mine, no, I am not yours to ruin,

I am not the storm you can keep from brewing.

The storms I will unleash will serve as a promise,

And my followers will turn every city honest.

The rouge in your bathroom turns white every night,

Knowing I am out there, ready to take a bite.

-Jackie

Never Know Peace

27. Mar, 202227. Mar, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

They crawl behind me from the dark,

Fluffing my tail, lighting my spark.

If I trip up, I will return to the start.

If I escape, they will wreck my car.

But I keep running down the hill,

The water watches me, phony and still.

They shoot me with pink sleeping pills,

Breaking in half my counterfeit will.

I patch up the bruises while hiding in trees,

And I hope nobody hears my pleas.

The strenght in me is now on its knees,

But if I surrender, I will never know peace.

-Jackie

Villain

26. Mar, 202226. Mar, 2022 jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment

I survive to break and to devastate,

To outlive and to eviscerate.

My claws are made of stainless steel,

Unblemished by blood meals.

There are ghouls in my dirty soul,

Hiding in mirrors made from coal.

I kill them, but they find a way

To make me a villain for another day.

-Jackie