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
I wished on a dying star,
Hoped that I could go number.
I exchanged their loves
Liked fading telephone numbers.
The first one was a goner,
The second one was a farce.
They burned me like a witch,
They resurrected my scars.
It was the fairest of games,
And rules did not matter.
The rabbit jumped from a cliff
And so did the Mad Hatter.
I wished on a dying star,
Hoped that I could go number.
I exchanged their loves
Liked fading telephone numbers.
-Jackie
Carnivorous snakes feed on my red temptation,
And my neck breaks in places I cannot patch up.
The diamonds are fake, yet they cause suffocation.
Greed will seal my fate if I choose to look up.
-Jackie
Those steep cliffs will send you right over the edge,
Those tall buildings will shake you right off the ledge.
One more step, one more scene, one more indiscretion,
And I will pack up the answers and leave the questions.
These wild roses will bite you with their thorns,
These new roads will make you regret you were born.
One more word, one more tear, one more midnight affair,
And I will take back the promise to keep it fair.
-Jackie
The lines I drew in the sand are starting to erase my limbs.
I hold onto the frame, but it feels like dancing on a rim.
The moments I shared with you keep rewriting themselves,
And I wonder whether the ghost stories will fade
If I just ask for help.
-Jackie
Tiny claws scrape my knees with surgeon’s precision,
They leave marks I am too scared to show my friends.
I cannot hold down time, I cannot make the decision.
These black and blue nights have only violet ends.
-Jackie
My name is spelled out in the backyard,
And it’s burning in purple flames.
The grass is turning into poisonous gasses,
And I shrivel up in pale shame.
-Jackie
The symptoms are kicking in this evening.
My throat is burning, yet you call my pain mild.
It’s been a minute since I’ve been with a sinner,
It’s been a while since I’ve felt like a child.
The devil left you on my doorstep like a gift,
But now I wonder if it was just a warning.
The sheets wrap around me like tentacles,
And you suffocate me by calling me “darling”.
-Jackie
Do you think the final punishment will match the crime?
I light up maroon matches and I melt your bloody dimes.
Those who branded me vengeful should cover their ears.
The head only respects what the beating heart fears.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 