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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

Glitch

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The rumors fall into place

And wicked truths fall on their faces.

I hide from thinking this over

But my luck is a bad omen.

Perfect mirages collapse

While I step in my own traps.

I beg for an off switch,

Hoping to make it through the glitch.

-Jackie

In Your Palace

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My neck breaks hands that once choked me

And dodges words that used to matter.

You sharpened your swords in the darkness,

Then blamed me when they finally shattered.

My back aches like long forgotten phrases,

But it never once goes along with the winds.

You closed deals in your crystal palace

Complaining about how the bad guy always wins.

-Jackie

Supernova

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Those vague promises of a marble fountain at the finish line,

They melt in the July sun like ice cream palaces

And the rosy shades turn into looking glasses.

The reality tends to be harsher to those who denied it once.

I must wonder how you see yourself right now,

Out of the forests of lies you grew so cautiously.

You know that every soul you passed is now just lying in wait,

Using your full name only in vain on the weekends

And painting walls with your bad reputation.

Those broken oaths and porcelain egos only carried you so far.

Here we both stand as the heat rises in your chest

And your emerald shades turn into dying stars.

-Jackie