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Run Witch Run

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The midnight arrived at my door like a treacherous whisper. 

I had been accused, but my judgement would always stay sealed. 

Disdainful warnings shot through the wood and the crystals,

And I knew they had sworn to never offer me a deal.

They held pulsating purple lighters in their twitching hands,

Swaying gently as their gilded rage built in vacant chests.

They wanted to slay me again to finally cleanse these holy lands,

And bleed me dry until their dusty town became blessed.

I hated most faces in the roaring crowd, but I knew hers,

With its stainless steel look of pure pride and undying conviction. 

With each cursed step she took, she built me a newer hearse. 

“Run, witch, run,” she shrieked, fulfilling the silent prediction. 

-Jackie

The Dream

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Odd dreams sneak up on my subconscious when I rest,

And I shoo them away before something gets confessed.

But last night I dreamt about this old church burning.

Every screw in my stomach was twisting and turning.

There were people around it with enchanted gazes.

I knew I could find the arsonist in this place.

There was no wind, only the breaths of these watchers,

And they whispered to the flame:

“You should catch her.”

My body ached from the pure heat of that fire,

My heart ached from the pure hate they desired.

When I awoke, my skull was leaking grey brain fluid.

It was no dream at all, they were planning to do it.

-Jackie

Just A Taste

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I got him cornered,

I got him right where I needed him.

He begged for some mercy,

But I told him this was not a sin.

Apologies, apologies…

These words always arrive too late.

You need not worry,

Vengeance will clean the dirty slate.

I got him anxious,

Trapped in between these walls.

I bet he believes me now,

He hears how they can all talk.

If you miss the warnings,

You have to face the consequences.

He knew what he did

When he ran me dry of second chances.

I crave just a taste.

So what if it breaks his bones?

There was no one to believe me.

He must suffer all alone.

-Jackie

Teeth In My Ribcage

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Hopelessness looms over me like a dark cloud,

And the raindrops keep washing away my humanity.

There is nothing people will remember me for,

So, I sit quietly and do not challenge gravity.

My skin is prickly and unpleasant to touch.

My eyes were once gates, but now they dig holes.

I peel off the layers of my flesh one by one,

Hoping judgements and rumors will swallow me whole.

The papers claim I let my victims bleed out,

Then lift them with my skeletal frame until they scream.

Nosy tongues say that I carry teeth in my ribcage,

It ensures that my heart stays hungry and lean.

Silence begs me to ask questions I should not know,

And I feel a wave of guilt building right in front of me.

God, I wish I never showed them that I can bite.

I am the monster they built, and I am their deity.

-Jackie

Guilty

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I bend my neck while looking in the dusty mirror,

Trying to recall where they sank in their teeth.

The silence in my room is muffling my howls,

And my skin is a portal with nothing underneath.

I have treated these bruises a dozen times,

But the recipe suddenly slips my loud thoughts.

Did they drain me below the point of no return?

Will the next sip break me down to parts?

I hear them all scratching at the metal door,

Begging for one more taste of the forbidden.

The scars on my back ache in a horrid rhythm.

Do I fight or do I leave my soul bedridden?

I feel veins popping as the red rage spreads,

And suddenly there is no right or wrong.

Maybe I should bite back until nothing matters,

Maybe I was the beast all along.

-Jackie

Summoning The Beast

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It started with candles and a bottle of gin,

And a text from my ex begging me to come over.

I deleted the number three weeks ago

When I saw hot ashes on her pale shoulders.

I spilled all the water on her old sofa,

Swearing to never let my lips say her name.

But these candles whisper in gentle tones,

And escaping darkness is a terrible game.

The floor creaks under my weight as I break.

If I move, the night will swallow me whole.

These voices around me are getting louder.

My own voice feels like it’s only a mole.

I feel fingers tracing my shoulders with ice,

And my eyelids refuse to open up.

Low growls snake around my pale skull.

I know I will have to drink from the cup.

Still, it started with candles and one hex,

And a text from ex wishing me true peace.

I have bottled up every gram of my rage.

Tonight I will finally summon the beast.

-Jackie

Green Eyes

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My hot sweat freezes the moment it touches the air,

And I am afraid to blink in case my eyeballs burst.

Those bright green irises in the woods move in pairs.

Both of my feet are glued to the grass with a curse.

I do not know how to breathe without them shrieking,

And the wind is now picking up the pace in leaps.

The door between life and death is violently creaking.

Those bright green eyes will kill me in my sleep.

-Jackie

Blood And Blasphemy

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When my blood finally mixes with the last bits of blasphemy in your voice,

The faux gods will sing to our glory and the heavens will rejoice.

When your grip on my throat finally eases and my final string snaps,

They will be picking up pieces, gluing together shreds and scraps.

When the wind gets blown out of my lungs as you finally cut me free,

They will chase us through the darkest roads, trying to kill the fantasy.

And when my tongue finally grows back its blades and cuts open your neck,

They will cheer for me in pure fear until all that is left behind is a wreck.

When my skeleton will finally collapse on itself like some ancient ruins,

They will whisper wicked words beneath their breaths about spiteful humans.

But when the worms finally eat my rotting flesh, I will sigh in disbelief,

Cursing your name and their false wisdoms on blood and blasphemy.

-Jackie

Underneath

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There are eyeballs in my coffee,

And they wink whenever I smile.

Those eyes, they tell me they love me,

Then bleed out on my kitchen tiles.

There are tongues on the city pavement,

But I guess you have never noticed.

Be careful making your statements

Because they do not lose their focus.

There are ribcages between us,

And I am working to unlock mine.

Foolish books tell me words about Venus,

But I know that the key is time.

There are shards in the air you breathe,

So be cautious when you speak.

They will hurt your gums and your teeth,

Will rip your skin and slide underneath.

-Jackie

Late Night Taxis

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I’ve taken at least a dozen taxes home last week,

And, god, I’ve cried in every single one,

I’ve cried until I couldn’t breathe.

The drivers never notice my running mascara,

They just take me through the frozen city

As my mouth feels drier than The Sahara.

But the city stares at me, begging me to stop,

I hear it moving around me awkwardly,

Growing more annoyed with every teardrop.

I wish I could say things like “this is the last time”

Or “this is the last son I take”,

Yet, the hell is wide open for my crimes.

So, I carry on, I’ve signed the contract already.

Each night I walk the darkest streets,

Looking for someone rude or unsteady.

I breathe in the heavy winter air as I approach,

And the blade in my pocket smirks.

It’s my partner, it’s my coach.

Once I’m done, the old buildings judge me,

But as long as I don’t leave any witnesses,

Their sorrows don’t cost me money.

So, I’ll just take another taxi home tomorrow,

And the city will have to deal with the fact

That my prey is stolen, not borrowed.

-Jackie