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In The Getaway Car: Part II

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I navigate between empty lanes, absorbing the adrenaline.

Every noise is a threat, every crooked sign lies.

All the smiles of passersby deceive with their benevolence.

The scarlet car roars as I rush through the deserted mountains.

But the evening sun rises, it drains my guilty eyes,

They leak like long abandoned fountains.

The inky mascara mixes with my miserable pity and it burns.

No strength left to escape, no energy to stop the cries.

My stomach and eyelids convulse, each taking turns.

A gentle light in the distance pulls me out of the panic.

It shakes and it dances, mimicking the stars in the night sky.

And my limbs move, they’re almost mechanic.

This might be the limbo – but I’ll take anything a little less tragic.

As I pull over, the door of a mahogany house nearby swings open.

She smirks, lips playfully parted.

My downfall, my last omen.

“It’s been a while since I’ve messed with magic,

But, love, I’ve never seen a soul more disheartened.”

I collapse by the entrance, all goes black, then turns blue again.

Yet, I manage a grin,

Knowing that I’ve found a fellow sinner in a friend.

-JW

In The Getaway Car

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The miles run by, I don’t notice, I don’t mind.

The desert sky grows darker, the road grows unkind.

It splashes me with memories like freezing cold water,

Flashback after flashback, blotter upon blotter.

The adrenaline is leaving my chest and I’m shaking,

Wondering whether I’m a prey of my own making.

Did his wife remember my car parked on their street?

When did they notice the blood on the sheets?

I know they’ll never find him but will it be enough?

Will I survive all the car chases and petty bluff?

And the desert roads answer what I’ve long feared:

“Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.”

-JW

Betray Me Once

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Dug a hole in the ground for my baby.

“Betray me once and we’re in the clear,

Shoot me trice and you can no longer blame me.”

Your emerald eyes turn moldy in fear.

Or is it the decomposition?

Difficult to tell when the end’s so near,

Difficult to let go of the friction.

The lonely road nearby watches in silence,

My only co-conspirator in these times,

The only safe bet through this sea of violence.

My father told me to never speak of my crimes.

But I differ, I’m singing this one like a ballad

And selling my soul for six dimes.

So, I’m off to the next town as you grow pallid.

You’ll be cold and forgotten before I cross the state lines.

And they were right to warn you about the pretty lady,

You never should’ve started the strife.

Dug a hole in the ground for my baby.

“Betray me first and I’ll lower the knife,

Cut me trice and you’ll never play me again,

You’ll be done with your life.”

-JW

Velvet Casket

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You slapped a tax on our love

And sold them the copyrights,

Wrote off my voice as I was watching front row.

You erased all the fights,

Renamed them after your pride.

Just another scalpel you hide

While I peel off my own skin at night.

And you tried convincing me that I couldn’t have it any better

As they unpacked the cameras

Along with the heads they had severed.

They scream, they leak red,

And you call it amorous.

But I learned long ago that each bruise on my ribs is a blessing

Dressed as a velvet casket.

You taste like venom mixed into the salad dressing.

You don’t even mask it,

Just smirk and start confessing.

And you sign off on our love with mahogany ink,

Giving away my name to the gloom,

Letting me sink, sink, sink…

Until I give up my right to bloom.

But don’t worry, dear,

I’ll be back by the next Blood Moon.

-JW

The Thirst

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My face grows paler each coming day –

But the bright crimson on my lips remains.

And the bite marks bloom like spring flowers

As you leave me alone in the dark for hours.

No, I do not mind it, leave as you please,

Lock me in your tower ‘til the next Christmas eve.

My skin will grow snowy, my muscles – weak.

My voice will forget which words I can speak.

But the bright crimson on my lips will stay,

Hiding from sunrises and their audacious ways.

And you will come home to see me once more,

Hopeless and fearful, still lacking a cure.

The memories will lose their charming taste,

You will think of death when seeing my face.

But the blood will not stain

As long as you stay.

As long as you carry the thirst too,

You will bow before my pain.

-JW

Scarlet Smoke

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Your guilt trips over my thighs,

It covers you in modesty.

You cannot avert your eyes,

I cannot promise you honesty.

The red plays with my hair,

It curls it like summer heat.

With each moment we share

You clung tighter to your seat.

The guilt wraps your elbows

And ties them together.

I pluck petals from a white rose,

I mix them with feathers.

Your knees get trapped too

As you admire the scents.

My lips stain like a tattoo

And they burn like pure hell.

The guilt serves as your necktie

But you do not seek freedom.

Your instincts stay on standby.

Yet – you have no plans to free them.

The scarlet smoke surrounds us,

Your lungs struggle to breathe.

Your screams sound boundless

As your pupils drift off to sleep.

-JW

Red Eyes

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Raindrops dance on my window,

It’s been a while since the heaven wept.

I sink in memories until I’m numb,

I can’t recall the last time I slept.

My mind counts the first morning birds,

It follows each voice I hear nearby.

The bed holds me tight like a hearse,

And life plays as my final lullaby.

They don’t seem to notice the red

Although it’s leaking from my eyes.

I survive on plain water and bread,

The previous night fades into lies.

But the thought of darkness traps me,

The evening terrifies me to death.

If I don’t open my lids, just slap me,

Let me cry until I lose my breath.

Don’t let me sleep, don’t let it slip,

Let me hold onto the red a little longer.

Raindrops knock on my windowsill

And I know that I’m a goner.

-JW

So Long

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It took some time to pull myself out of the deep end.

They told me, “Go swim with the sharks,

But don’t make them your friends.”

So when I got scared of the dark,

I never killed the lights to please them.

It took some time to pull myself out of the deep end.

Years passed me by but the water stayed in my lungs.

Some blamed my red temper,

Some called me too goddamn young.

They failed me as mentors,

Yet, somehow, the culprit’s my tongue.

Years passed me by but the water stayed in my lungs.

I let my senses lead me until I ended up where I belong.

They sent dogs after my scent

But always seemed to get it wrong.

The trail ran cold wherever they went

Until they whispered, “So long.”

I let my senses lead me until I ended up where I belong.

-JW

It Burns

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It burns within me like hot coals before the first autumn rain.

They evacuate the fields and release all the foals,

They block half of the lanes.

The heat chars my insides with the fury of molten titanium,

And everything I’ve ever known splits, it divides,

Fracturing this entire millennium.

The time bursts wide open, overcooking my ribcage to a crisp.

They call the screams a bad omen

And hide themselves in the October mist.

But the boiling point keeps nearing as my lids leak dusty lava.

It’s what they’ve been fearing –

My glowing eyes starting another melodrama.

A single ruby red beam escapes my chest, I ignite the grey sky.

And as the fog settles onto them like a net,

They find their own anger tongue tied.

-JW

Two Swords

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You don’t have any power over me.

The illusion I painted before your very own eyes –

Was it a faux promise, was it a fantasy?

But you gave in to the lies masked as courtesy.

And you kept viciously firing away with the words,

Grinning through jealousy as I slumped over.

But, honey, my tongue has two swords,

One for re-opening my own wounds,

One for stabbing people like you in the back

Until all strings are cut and they’re out of tune.

But don’t paint it all black,

I tried before I gave the last loyalty away.

Now all that’s left for you is to run

Before my vengeful self takes you for a prey.

-JW