The coat hangs by the wide wooden door
And even its smell can’t make me stay.
I was your ground and your marble floor,
Yet you burned our home every other day.
-Jackie
By The Door
Tag: fiction
Over
The framed photos of us lasted longer than the promises
The sweet nothings spoken too soon
And bullets dodged too late
The framed photos of us survived seven house fires
The flames licked the stained glass
But did not dare to touch fate
-Jackie
Through The Hills
The thorns drew blood
As I walked through the hills.
I quit the chainsmoking,
Threw out the white pills.
The sky broke down
While I reached the peak.
My gaze was angry
But my legs were weak.
-Jackie
Schemer
I tipped off the driver
I made the wheels turn
It was me all along
Let the confessions burn
I rigged your numbers
I paid off your debts
Was I the love of your life
Or just a petty regret?
-Jackie
Leaving Heaven
The charcoal clouds above her head parted
just so that the lightning could hit her twice.
She did not take joy in leaving heaven,
but she preferred it over getting compromised.
The ground beneath her feet got muddy.
She was sure that the gods will drown her out.
As she opened her lips to curse the black sky,
the rain muffled her furious shouts.
-Jackie
Escape Tracks
Your wings left scars on my pale back,
Your stories gave me chapters I didn’t write.
Your red waters sunk my escape tracks,
And painted the calmest sea angry and white.
-Jackie
Silver Pieces
Seven armies looked for my silver pieces
after your storms were finally done with me.
I have no tongue, no breath and no heartache left.
There is no wind to deliver my apology.
-Jackie
Copy Of A Breakup Note
The game you play in my head hedges your bets,
But I don’t have the money to pay off your debts.
The new price tag is getting too heavy to carry.
You’re running out of ancient hatchets to bury.
Silk wraps around scars and wraps around necks,
And you wrap around me without any regret.
The game you play in my head is closing up soon.
Make sure you pack up by this afternoon.
-Jackie
Remains
The remains stay silent in their shallow graves
And the curtains stay closed as the sun rises.
These days I collect fresh skulls, not names,
And I do not cover up my demise.
-Jackie
Dear Hangman
I left wine stains on your white sheets
Even though I’ve been sober for months.
I left teeth marks on your soft neck
But got spared during the witch hunts.
They could not believe the things I said
And swore that beauty erases sin,
But I know they’ll bury me alive tomorrow
And make a prettier suit out of this skin.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 