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Accusation

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I can do it again,

I can go back to my friends

who only call me back when I pay them.

I can crush my own heart

until you feel content.

I will smile wide while you cause mayhem.

If my love is worth nothing,

say it to my face,

watch my kindness disappear.

You trapped me in a cage,

called me your only darling

when you knew my death was near.

They told you I was done,

no hope left to spare.

I watched you from the shadows for years.

My blade drips ink,

your neck leaks regret.

We all become what we fear.

-Jackie

Hear My Words

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Your love haunts me like a dusty piano playing hymns in an abandoned manor.

Your gaze is a delirious fever dream that makes me forget my morals and manners.

If I learned my lesson not once but twice, why do I yearn for you each evening?

You are the one I think about when it rains and when my lungs cannot stop heaving.

When this comes to an end, like all things must, will you still hear these words?

Will you burn your life up like an old house, or will you tell me you got bored?

We both know you have wounded me, and I have cut you open with my snarls.

When we look back at ourselves in twenty years, will we want to erase these scars?

-Jackie

The Temptress

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I

Make room, you people!

Start digging a hole.

It’s not about who you know,

It’s about who you control.

The magazines said it best:

She’s a vicious beast.

Lower those lip corners

But never ever head east.

Hide your sons in the attic,

Raise your daughters with pride.

If her scent still lingers,

Make sure that you hide.

II

“Yet another fragile victim is joining the ranks

Of those she seduced with bullets and tanks.”

“Could he truly fall for her sardonic gaze?

Did the blade run through or did it gently graze?”

“Were her lips cherry red when she said the words?”

“I bet he fiercely fought her crooked swords.”

“She killed that marriage, she must be punished,

Ripped apart at the seams, starved and banished.”

III

My homeland has no enemies,

My palace has no door.

It’s my essence that frightens them.

La petite mort.

A victim of their making

In the devil’s clothing.

Their eyes follow me north

Where I am decomposing.

The fingers point at me,

Their tongues shoot right through.

It took me twenty years

To wrangle this little zoo.

My country has no traitors,

My palace has no gate.

Come right in and test me.

If you dare, take the bait.

-Jackie

My Brothers

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My brothers stood on steep hills

With sharp wind in their faces.

They looked for me in pale crowds,

They missed me in dark places.

My brothers killed the last traitors

When they came for my head.

Seven years stood between us,

Seven fates ripped like threads.

My brothers listened to echoes

Until the pain turned to greed.

My own brothers sold tickets

As crowds made my soul bleed.

My brothers wait for my death,

They hope my spine will falter.

I am their last breathing sister.

Their necks will become my altar.

-Jackie

Beast In Sheep’s Clothing

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If we part our ways tonight, perhaps one holy day

I won’t need to imagine what it feels like to be loved.

If I land this last curse, perhaps you will sigh in pain,

But perhaps I will wait here for the push to shove.

You treat me like a headache on a rainy fall night

That kills your joy and pulls you in its red claws.

I begged for care while you killed me with freedom.

The land was long dead when you wrote its first laws.

If I leave you to die here with this curse you carry,

Will you dance with your fate or will you push through?

If another one falls for the beast in sheep’s clothing,

Will I finally let myself blame this on you?

-Jackie

Beyond Repair

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Loveless phrases are spilling out of me like a curse.

My only vice was despising cruel people in reverse.

Thoughts carry me like doves, they carry me in a hearse,

And if I cry for help, I will be murdered by a nurse.

Horrendous images project on my eyelids for days.

Wise people left me for dead but some still chose to stay.

The cracks are spreading like the horsemen of my dismay.

I am far beyond repair, do not warm up the clay.

-Jackie

Insomniac

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Coherent thoughts escape my bloodshot skull and drying tongue.

Red stars form into constellations while tar fills my two lungs.

I stay up haunting ghosts and braving flea-bitten memories,

And sun might rise in a few hours but I must find a new remedy.

Caffeine, wine and white agony mix sweet drinks in my chest.

Why does dread taste like candy but hope hisses like a pest?

The crowd of people on the bridge turned out to be just smoke,

But every person I talk to takes my delusions as a joke.

I do not sleep until the fist of god knocks me unconscious.

I pray to my own moral compass, asking it to stay cautious.

The night comes and fate runs me like a hamster on a wheel.

One of these days death will consume like an overdue meal.

-Jackie

Blame

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I wasn’t the bad guy, I wasn’t your torment.

I was the last prophet for your killer temptations.

You left mud on people like they were your doormats

And you blamed me for it with no hesitation.

-Jackie

Bait

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The snowflakes danced in the moonlight

And met their fate in the frosty dawn.

I circled your love until it crumbled

And the winter made me its final pawn.

The ground froze with the buried bodies.

I reached for warmth but it was too late.

My bones melted into the snow piles

And my heart laughed when it took the bait.

-Jackie

Longing

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The scarlet flame licked our love bone dry

And the rainfall made it rot to its core.

Seven lifetimes wouldn’t be enough,

But every second I wish we could get more.

-Jackie