haunting

Judgement

In your sea of misery,

where do I float like a wreck?

Is it somewhere by the shore?

Do my ribs hang around your neck?

I’m not a thing you hide in corners.

I’m no longer twenty-six.

I asked for you to show me kindness;

you took an ax to fix it.

The smiles were all in your head,

the whispers were imagined.

I would have found some empathy

if this wasn’t so tragic.

Men like you have excuses,

men like you kill their muses.

Men like you do not lose,

but I can show you where the noose is.

-Jackie

All the patience has drained, only sharp needles left in the sink.

I’m stitching my lips together, sipping blood like an unholy drink,

But the phantom thread is vanishing in my skin, leaving no marks.

I’m quoting Isaiah, howling in tongues, trying to drown the dark.

You can call my heart a grave robber but don’t dare to call it unfaithful.

The holy places I dug up left my mouth dry and heart – hateful.

Three ancient ghosts are screaming my real name over forests, so loud…

I hoped five inches of sand was enough to mask my past, safe and sound.

-JW

I want to see the world light up and dance with the apocalypse,

I want to embrace letting my life go and die with you.

Jump with you into the abyss.

I’ll never fully own you and, for what it’s worth, I’m glad I won’t.

I’d rather see you in safe distance than in my fever dreams,

Daunting on every living creature I haunt.

But honestly, I’m ready to go if it means you’re right there,

Our palms touching, ground trembling with fear and excitement.

Pain is numbing, bruises – extremely severe.

Every building that goes down around us is another hope to survive.

I might feel like I’m dancing with apocalypse on my own

But as long as you’re alive, I’m not running out of time.

–JW