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My Brothers

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My brothers stood on steep hills

With sharp wind in their faces.

They looked for me in pale crowds,

They missed me in dark places.

My brothers killed the last traitors

When they came for my head.

Seven years stood between us,

Seven fates ripped like threads.

My brothers listened to echoes

Until the pain turned to greed.

My own brothers sold tickets

As crowds made my soul bleed.

My brothers wait for my death,

They hope my spine will falter.

I am their last breathing sister.

Their necks will become my altar.

-Jackie

Beast In Sheep’s Clothing

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If we part our ways tonight, perhaps one holy day

I won’t need to imagine what it feels like to be loved.

If I land this last curse, perhaps you will sigh in pain,

But perhaps I will wait here for the push to shove.

You treat me like a headache on a rainy fall night

That kills your joy and pulls you in its red claws.

I begged for care while you killed me with freedom.

The land was long dead when you wrote its first laws.

If I leave you to die here with this curse you carry,

Will you dance with your fate or will you push through?

If another one falls for the beast in sheep’s clothing,

Will I finally let myself blame this on you?

-Jackie

First // Only // Nobody

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I am frozen in time, watching my feelings become inconsequential

They fall like snowflakes into piles and evaporate under my gaze

You were the great love of my life, you were my greatest tragedy

Sparks suffocated under assumptions in our lustful summer daze

I took you for wind, I took you for wings, I almost took you home

Your tongue was a blade I learned to walk without cutting my feet

You took my word for it, you took every inch of privacy I once owned

And I never thanked you for cheering when I finally had to retreat

Your apartment is still there but I do not pass the building anymore

Running into you could heal me but it could also tear me into two

Your favorite candy sits on my kitchen table and I smile to myself

Imagining how something so golden could turn into something so blue

-Jackie

Beyond Repair

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Loveless phrases are spilling out of me like a curse.

My only vice was despising cruel people in reverse.

Thoughts carry me like doves, they carry me in a hearse,

And if I cry for help, I will be murdered by a nurse.

Horrendous images project on my eyelids for days.

Wise people left me for dead but some still chose to stay.

The cracks are spreading like the horsemen of my dismay.

I am far beyond repair, do not warm up the clay.

-Jackie

Bed Rot

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Thoughts of my younger self haunt me like fury and bloodlust.

Back then my pale neck ached from carrying sapphire crowns.

These days every sentence feels like a trap that will snap me,

And words slide in between my ribs until I bleed nouns.

My smile is drawn on every morning, not that it matters.

There are holes in my story but no one checks alibis twice.

There is a rope wrapped around my waist leading ambitions nowhere,

I wish this sadness was not a knife, wasting me slice by slice.

Those hot tears I once cried now give me frostbites each morning,

The bed rot consumes my heavy bones each night.

I used to think that sunrise could cleanse my chest of this sickness,

But it takes more than time to get to the gleaming light.

-Jackie

Unwilling Angel

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They put me in the ground each evening,

Thinking that my wings can grow again,

Hoping for my halo to stop bleeding,

But I just cannot find the strength.

They cut my throat with autumn leaves

And let me paint the snow cones scarlet.

I was once one of the thieves,

I was once their shining harlot.

-Jackie

Threats

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I put down my pen to upkeep your peace.

I broke my feathers while you were asleep.

Bloody scars raised questions in the dark,

But your words left bruises and purple marks.

Silver amulets swung from your stingy neck,

Yet I did not see an ounce of regret.

I put down my shame to ruin your glory.

I will put down your life if you do not feel sorry.

-Jackie

Blame

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I wasn’t the bad guy, I wasn’t your torment.

I was the last prophet for your killer temptations.

You left mud on people like they were your doormats

And you blamed me for it with no hesitation.

-Jackie

The Silence

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I read the sentences off the page like it wasn’t a testimony,

A testament to the heaven and hell you once ruled.

I sung paragraphs until words became homophonies,

And the phone never rung,

It just called me a damned fool.

-Jackie

Dull Crowds

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I don’t think it was the ray of light that stopped us

And I don’t trust gods who wanted to cause the ruckus.

It wasn’t the moon and it wasn’t the sun in the sky.

If I ask you twice, you must come up with a better lie.

I don’t think it was the hope that kept us in the game,

And I don’t believe that people’s luck are all the same.

It wasn’t my grace and it wasn’t my fear of death,

But I swear I heard you laughing as the dull crowds wept.

-Jackie