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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Will they write your initials on my headstone
or will it be the other way around?
Will they cite me as your cause of death
or will they lay me in the solid ground?
Will the little flowers stay fresh and green
or will they crumble out of pure spite?
The jewels you gave me are worthless.
They turn to ashes when brought into the light.
-Jackie
One day The Cure records won’t remind me of your bruises
Or the glaring violence you masked as some faultless flaws.
I get teary-eyed thinking about getting back my music
And cleaning out the infected thoughts and putrid scars.
-Jackie
The cards I keep up my sleeve are the four aces,
But being a natural could not save my honest face.
Here I lay, here I lie, here I suffer from exhaustion.
Every fairytale warrants a sheer level of caution.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 