The Lost Daughter

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Her parents told her she’ll never grow old and gray.

“That’s exactly what you get from going astray.”

She learned quickly that there’s a price to pay,

Even for the little things, like another damn day.

So, she prayed to the false god and all his apostles,

She begged for the unreachable, for the colossal.

The chaos became her home as she grew hostile,

The memories of easier times became just a fossil.

Yet, her mind was so sharp it broke blood oaths.

Her tongue danced on soft necks before cutting throats.

Soon she found friends in people the others loathe,

She found music in places no one sang odes.

Time passed, and her parents forgot that she existed,

They devoted themselves to raising her sister,

And she was grateful they did, she didn’t even miss it.

Every broken, warped part in her became untwisted.

-Jackie

People Pleaser

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They tell me I float through crowds like a muse,

They say I get them high on whatever I use.

But I am living in their fantasies, fading out,

Waiting for them to notice that I got too loud.

The dresses are getting dusty in my tiny closet,

My faux pride is my only safety deposit.

The phone keeps ringing when they get lonely,

Thinking they can fix it if they finally bore me.

They swear I am the one they have been chasing,

Still, their drinks taste like misery and light lacing.

After all the lavish nights, I have only myself.

The crowds smother me, they break my spell.

The pink glitter runs off me during cold showers,

It flees my face when I am crying for hours.

But no number of tears can break my chains,

So, I wait it out, I just wait out the pain.

-Jackie