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Alone

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Your clothes reek of angst whenever I touch your insecurities.

The flames fly out of your eyes faster than I can claim impunity.

I joke about cutting you open but you laugh and suck me dry.

I’d let you put a noose around my neck like a high-end tie.

But we trust each other long after the waiters and guests have left.

You scream all morning, I don’t recall the last time I ate or slept.

The bridge of your nose turns crooked when you raise the tone.

We take a swing at each other.

We’re close together. We’re so alone.

-JW

Learning

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I’ve known you since the dawn of time, I’ve known you since beginning.

The layers I take off of you leave my heart open, grinning.

But then you build another one so I keep pulling, spinning.

I’ve known you since the dawn of time, I’ve known you since beginning.

Your eyes are harsh when I am sweet, they’re harsher when I’m happy

But I’d do anything for you, burn bridges and scratch taxis.

The harder your faint shell becomes, the more I call you bratty.

Your eyes are harsh when I am sweet, they’re harsher when I’m happy.

-JW

The Next Day’s Paper

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“A Las Vegas dancer using alias Candy remains in serious yet stable condition

After a potential client choked her while hitting her head on the ignition.

The suspect has been identified by the victim as a former acquaintance.

He remains in police custody and under 24/7 surveillance.

A press conference this afternoon will reveal the suspect’s name and age.

The surviving victim brought forward additional accusations

And took the central stage

When she revealed that five years ago she was a witness to an unsolved murder

Committed by the same man in a nearby town.

She claims: “The girl screamed and no one but me heard her.”

This attack matches the pattern of a potential serial killer in our state,

Attacking women by trying to strangle them, using money as bait.

All of the victims were found the morning after the attack, at around 6.

In the nearby towns this phenomena has been nicknamed “Hour X”.”

-JW

Never Hers // Candy

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Saw her walking Sammy Davis Drive,

Black shirt and lighting in her gaze.

Her heels were broken, clock struck five.

She cursed the heat with a joke

About the human race.

The night consumed her with one bite,

Spat out the bones and fake, blue purse.

How do you cope when nothing’s right?

Another fantasy brought to life,

But it was never hers.

With each sunset she loses a fight.

The danger creeps over her while she sleeps.

She’s convinced – the neon will make her bright.

Yet again blood’s leaving her bruised cheeks.

The Mirage fades as the streets reek of freaks,

And she’s back on Sammy Davis Drive again.

Committing to nobody but the original sin.

Heels still broken, the clock strikes six

And she waves the middle finger to the moon

Before falling into the abyss.

-JW

Who Did It

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An ex-boyfriend, a best friend and a former lover walk behind the bars.

She deserved a better crowd than this alliance of faded high school stars.

A sweetheart with golden locks and a smile that could purify gold

Left breathless, left behind to gulp sand like The Dead Sea Scrolls.

Her attacker acted out of passion but was it a one-man job?

The choice to take her out for a last minute show seemed fairly odd.

No evidence linking the best friend to the scene of this brutal crime

But he did act a bit odd when we pointed out holes in his alibi.

A little too heart-broken former lover cried five hours in a row.

He spent the night with three hookers and a holy bag of blow.

We found his stalking equipment down by the old town’s square.

A woman testified seeing him by her window that night

With a camera and an evil glare.

The boyfriend swore they just argued and she left in a rush.

His father was firm when he testified – the recent donation to this lonely town

Wasn’t meant as a sign of “hush”.

More like a warning –

If you have three suspects

You can also find the fourth wind.

So we kept searching.

We heard the son moved to Vegas,

Crashing brothels and bodegas.

An ex-boyfriend, a best friend and a former lover walk free.

They could outrun the system but mind is the only prison

You cannot outflee.

I hope she knows

That justice won’t re-pay the debts they own.

-JW

The Interrogators

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The moonlight is pouring through windows, the coffee’s too weak.

A brand new Jane Doe’s sweeping the papers and scaring the streets.

“The Mermaid of Death”, “The Breathless Starlet”, “The Voiceless Angel”.

Even to the one’s keeping a distance, this case wasn’t a stranger.

The ocean was wavering peacefully, as if it didn’t feel the disgust.

Not even twenty years old, sunken in salty water, covered in jealousy dust.

Her pale and youthful complexion took the breath and the centre stage.

Detectives speculated that this wasn’t a mistake, it was an act of rage.

No other signs of an argument, just bruises all over her silent neck.

A ship passing by noticed the strange figure, they pulled her on deck.

Now she’s laying there, surrounded by people who will never understand

How a featherweight queen like this can die from a loving hand.

So we took him in the next day as he was speeding, yelling in pure agony.

Handsome but lacking the bravery to admit that his words are a blasphemy

To the God who watched over him while the heartbeats of a girl ran dry…

We took him in, four minutes and four seconds later he muttered a cry.

-JW

Your Last Chance // Natalie

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You can drive faster but you can’t run over the guilt.

The trust we built turned into lust, easily killed

By another boy seeing loyalty as the perfect gilt

Despite bodies decomposing, pale and well chilled.

You can scream louder but you can’t avoid the noise.

Can’t hear the radio or your mother’s tired voice.

I knew you’ve tried to drown this pain with the boys.

Your prey becomes the hunter that only love destroys.

There’s my humming in your head that will never leave,

A sharp, moonlit fantasy of how you’ll never be free.

You promised the night you pulled me too close to heave

That you’ll treat her better than me.

But then you saw Jenny

And forgot about poor Natalie.

Both are now haunting you in your sleep.

-JW

Hour X

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The forest leans on my sprained ankles and rusty knuckles.

The trees breathe my scared heartbeats. I’m another medal

In their belt buckle.

Dark branches hit my scalp and I’m struggling to see,

Each leaf is a mystery man waiting for my red, restless heart

To burst and bleed.

Fog is covering my shoulders like a breath-taking blanket.

Each step on the moss is a step closer to the ceremony

Of my funeral banquet.

There are men screaming from the roots of these trees, they chuckle.

I turn around in time to see the forest forming a circle around me.

They bow as I ruckle.

-JW