A chunk of my heel has been missing for a while now,
And I bleed in the snow like a doomed ingénue
When the winter breeze told me a year ago
You took it when I stepped out of the lines you drew.
No way to excuse carnivores who eat for greed,
No way to romanticize cannibals like you.
My blood has slowed due to the freezing weather,
But once the spring comes, my pulse will fade too.
The leg might heal nicely until the next winter
Or it might as well rot to the bone like your smiles.
The pessimism in your voice was cut to the gut,
The only taste on my tongue for a month was bile.
I used to dream some doctor reached me in time.
I used to bite my tongue to protect you from swords.
What a fool I once was, what a shiny trophy.
Chew me up, spit me out.
Tell the crew when I’m no more.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 