My lips drip honey in the evenings,
Then turn chapped when the sun comes up.
You whisper my name in the dark,
And I wait for the sickening sweetness to stop.
My eyes leak acid when I crave you,
But when you touch it my skin turns to stone.
I regret you more when you’re close,
Yet I fear if I leave you, I will stand all alone.
-Jackie
My spine is covered in cold chills,
And I lose my breath for the briefest moment.
There is this red spider in my home,
And I wonder if it is an evil omen.
People tell me to go ahead and touch it.
They beg me to take off the rubber gloves.
I frown and show my old bite marks.
I know that this cruel spider is love.
-Jackie
What if we burned our friendship bracelets?
What if we made the judging mugs faceless?
There are barely any secrets left to spill,
And I wonder if you want to cross that hill.
What if the evil tongues stopped moving?
I can prove that I am no good at losing.
What if we burned our friendship bracelets?
What if we gave a name to the nameless?
-Jackie
What if we get trapped in this amber
And the brightest lights become our death?
What if your fantasies outlive you?
What if they pierce my lungs and kill my breath?
You have locked me in this house,
You have called the chaos my own doing,
And I know you cannot set me free,
Therefore, I let you trap me and dream about moving.
-Jackie
If I could make a single wish,
I would erase this desire.
If I could get the final prize,
I would kill the roaring fire.
My thoughts roam through the streets,
Setting the houses ablaze.
There is no hope in this town,
There are no dreams in this maze.
-Jackie
My arrows shoot for the tall trees,
And the forest stands perfectly still.
I try to set my ringing rage free,
But it does not bend to my will.
Long nails push against my temples
As the night crawls into my chest.
The fresh air waves and trembles,
And anger throws me out of the nest.
The birds laugh in my pale face,
But I make sure to grit my teeth.
Even if my steps can be traced,
They won’t get a chance to make me bleed.
-Jackie
Are these cages we built for each other truly meant for our closeness?
I ask the wind to deliver my message, but it says that I should hope less.
Are the chains we put on this house really keeping us entertained?
Are we burning our breaths to say evil words and hide our own shame?
-Jackie
Throw me a lifeline and watch me drown it in the sea.
Come save me in a lifeboat as I burn like a dry tree.
My journey is destined to fail before I pack the bags.
I hope they sell my clothes and bury me in rags.
-Jackie
Your apologies drip from the ceiling,
They coat the stairs with their foggy intentions.
Is there weight behind these words
Or are your tears just wasting my attention?
My thoughts spin around uncontrollably,
And I assign you phrases you never uttered.
It is easier to avoid you like a problem.
If love fizzles out, will it even matter?
-Jackie
What if I’m your final girl?
The last one to survive your messes.
The knife feels soft in my hands,
But what if the night confesses?
Imagine the secrets it keeps
And the monsters it has swallowed.
If I’m really your final girl,
Why do my bones feel hollow?
A new morning is coming soon.
This horror will fade like a spell.
What if I’m the real killer?
Will your curses drag me to hell?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 