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
Silver Pieces
Tag: original series
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
Mailbox
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
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
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