Tag: The Killers

Breathtaking // Jen

Featured jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment
Photo by Belle Co from Pexels

The TV’s too loud and the candles burn too faintly.

I’ll go with you if you’re ready to mouth “just take me”.

Everything’s wrong since I’ve been seeing you less.

I daydream about giving you another shot

In a short, yellow dress.

The palm of my hand rests on your shoulders with ease.

Road passes by as your wild eyes are fixed on my knees.

There’s a secret in the air and I’ve never seen you like this,

And you take one long look at my face

When I lean in for a kiss.

The midnight is lit by thousands of celestial chandeliers.

We walk towards the waves as I wipe away my tears.

I grab your hand with a smile and you hold my neck,

And you don’t let go until you’re convinced that

You’ve taken my breath.

You tie a blanket around my waist with shaking palms.

In your head – a billion excuses chanting: “We meant no harm!”

As my limp body leaves the promenade, you’re pouring sweat.

Then – just silence and the engine of your car

Humming the song of regret.

-JW

Hour X

jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment
Photo by Brett Sayles from Pexels

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

The Cage

jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment
Photo by Brett Sayles from Pexels

You might be infected with your prejudices and I don’t have the cure.

Every day it’s a back and forth between me being aloof and you being insecure.

Holding up the frozen front takes too much effort to manage as a hobby,

And you will never hear this poem, but without me you would still need to lobby.

Being accepted is a necessity for most – for you it’s a desperate need.

The loyalty train missed your station, but we were young, dancing to “Dying Breed”.

We were losing control to chilly evenings, promising what we didn’t understand,

And I still recall the look on your face when I was holding somebody else’s hand.

The moon ran smoky pictures of our better days by my empty stare…

If your prejudices cost a thing, every single soul in your path would be a millionaire.

-JW

Seven Feet: Candy’s Monologue

jackiewrightauthorLeave a comment
Photo by ATUL MAURYA from Pexels

Seven feet of sand was never quite enough to bury my pride.

Half a dozen sprained ankles on dreamy boulevards, but I’m there for the ride.

The thirst is pumping my vessels, it gets the blood rushing –

And the spring smells funny, so candy-like. Am I blushing?

Sweet sugar coats my fingers, oh man, I’m just shooting my shot.

Don’t be the saint – save the prayers and hymns, and whatnots.

You can’t deny my blame but I carry the scarlet letter well.

The Central Park Salinger wrote about is long gone, but so is the spell –

The charm, the colors, the old ways… All soaked in champagne.

Tinsel-filled parties taste so bittersweet, and they end in migraines.

But I’ll let you take a number, sorry it’s colored in blood barely dried –

Seven feet of sand was never quite enough to bury my pride.

-JW