I am in the center of a snow globe
Freezing to death,
Trying to catch a breath,
But there is nothing here besides plastic snow.
I twirl and bow to warm up
As static fills my lungs,
And even though I feel young,
My bones are made of concrete blocks.
-Jackie
I want to weep flowers on your whitest grave
In the middle of a burnt out winter –
No ashes left to save.
I want to tear my skin open in sharp waves
And sacrifice the shards to those
Hiding in voids and caves.
I want to drop on my knees in an empty field,
Sell the words I promised to save,
Sell all the golden shields.
I want to melt hot candlewax into my tears
And fall headfirst into the flames,
Bursting the atmosphere.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 