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
Red Red Red
Tag: original series
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
My Tomorrows
Spellbinding moments turn into graveyards,
Turn into castles,
Turn into stones.
Why is this story still going backwards?
Did I lose hope?
Did I end up alone?
I loved and I lost you in the deep waters.
The hills echoed screams,
But not the sorrow.
If I had one piece of soul to barter,
I would give it up.
Take all my tomorrows.
-Jackie
Nail In A Coffin
You left dirty marks on my only altar,
You left thirty scars on my sinking trust.
Each corner of my church smells like regret,
Each nail in my coffin tastes like rust.
-Jackie
For The Hopeless
Put the animal in a cage
and put your pulsating rage in my pocket.
I cannot escape the heatwaves,
but I can empty my eye sockets.
Put the cynic in a cathedral
and play ethereal songs on loop.
We are really not making strides,
we are just stuck on an endless hoop.
-Jackie
Killing Dart
When I knew there was no light left in my windows
And there was no steel left in my sinking heart,
I let the streets know the name of my only traitor.
Not even the wind could catch that killing dart.
-Jackie
Good Times
The darkest storms pass
and the nicest words rot
and I wish things would last
when my stomach’s in knots.
The good times spill
and the bad days fade
and I outsmart my will
but never outrun my fate.
-Jackie
Under A Lid
I would have been so relieved if I saw your eulogy
Stating in no uncertain terms that you lost your legacy.
I would have jumped up and down like a joyous kid
While my rage trapped and suffocated you under a lid.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 