My nerves swing over the top rail of the Juliet’s balcony,
And I curse even the softest of our god’s inventions.
I stare at my mailbox like time herself owes me money.
Each ticking second sedates my good intentions.
-Jackie
Mailbox
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Good Spirit
I loved writing the ending of this story more than I could love you,
And maybe it’s for the best that we split before we had anything in common.
The moon echoes my crooked cries, but I’m unsure who I should be grieving.
Maybe you were a good spirit that I was just not able to summon.
Maybe our first waltz under the stars was meant to be our last dance,
But I don’t trust fate more than I trust people who claim to adore me.
The moon dives towards the green planet as I watch in slight horror,
Cursing myself for not being kind enough to tell you my bitter “sorry”.
-Jackie
Someday
Someday I’ll learn to deface the things that hurt me most.
Someday I’ll defeat the urge to assign my problems meaning.
Someday I’ll admit that my worst angles deserve a toast,
And someday I’ll be happy just because I’m still breathing.
-Jackie
Misused
Step on that line, cross that bridge,
Smudge the paint, pull out the stitch.
I dream about your ice-cold singes
And being stuck in a misused glitch.
Kill the messenger on their path,
Break their neck in seven places.
You bleed me dry in a bubble bath,
So dry I don’t even leave a trace.
-Jackie
Envy
I envy the humans who have another cheek to turn
Because vengeance is the one thing keeping me alive,
And if I didn’t have bad blood in my veins,
I wouldn’t sit here all charming and well-spoken.
I envy the souls that don’t have to keep doing this.
Yes, perhaps that sounds morbid and bitter,
But I know my honesty doesn’t make a difference,
So I keep spilling words like cheap drinks at a bar.
-Jackie
Unphased
These memories taste distant and blissful.
They dissolve like sugar in hot water
Until I no longer miss you.
These tiny eternities we are setting ablaze,
They cry for the moon,
But it remains dark and unphased.
-Jackie
Red Red Red
Affluent neighborhoods shake in horror.
Bile drips down necks and silent lips.
I did not push you to do the worst thing,
Yet you pushed me with your red fingertips.
-Jackie
The Rat King
The bridges warm me up as they’re burning down.
It was your decision to stay in this cursed town.
Papers float in the air, and they prove you’re guilty.
Come and get me, Rat King.
Make sure that you kill me.
-Jackie
Even
The melody crawled into my ears and chest.
I did not know the song, but you were obsessed.
My feet carried me as the music was playing,
And your words bled me dry while I was praying.
You hummed venom into my nervous system.
Neon filled my pupils and dripped down the pistol.
The melody turned me into your final demon.
I robbed you of life as you robbed me of feeling.
-Jackie
Grasping
The wet fingers tighten around my ankles,
And I grasp for air but it fails to fill my lungs.
My blood runs colder than the mighty ocean,
My secrets start spilling out of the open trunk.
-Jackie
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