Slice my thoughts in round pieces and feed them to the masses,
Bathe me in fake blood until that hunger passes.
I am not made of flesh, but I am not a dreamy vision,
So, be careful, dearest, when you make the incision.
Pull me back from the fire and wrap me in some gauze,
Break my pride and bad temper, then break all the laws.
I am not for consumption, but you can worship me freely,
And once the first love passes, you can refuse to free me.
-Jackie
One single step in the wrong direction
And I’m once more just a selfless wreck.
I brave storms and small discretions,
But heavy words loop around my neck.
Their voices cut my ears like blades.
A moment more, and I’ll lose my balance.
The horizon paints my city jade.
I hear them scream as I lift my talons.
A curse is trapped between the whispers,
And their tongues make my feathers bleed.
Lies land like ashes on white whiskers.
I guess some people cannot be freed.
-Jackie
In this dark winter palace I’ve built for myself
Spring only lives in books stocked high on the shelf.
The snow greets me, deceives me,
Makes sure no one sees me.
In this dark winter palace people don’t ask for help.
The red roses freeze alive and wait for the sun,
But I cut their corpses and stick them in guns.
The ice hides me, it tries me,
Ready to villainize me.
The red roses plan riots, but I can’t be outrun.
In this dark winter palace I’ve made from ashes
Neon poisons come from clouds in blinding splashes.
The cold pulls me and dulls me
Like I’m just a trophy.
In this dark winter palace fire dies as it catches.
-Jackie
I hope my silence violates your trust.
I hope it breaks you into sharp shards,
Deadly to the touch.
I hope the void I open never heals itself
And all you know is bleeding
With no one there to help.
I hope the walls you build trap your pain.
I hope they can hold your spite
As it blooms when it rains.
I hope my joy hits you right in the chest
And sinks you like an anchor
With all the things you never confessed.
-Jackie
The corners of my head get darker than the starry night.
I decorate my bedroom with artificial light.
I do this every time.
Yes, I do it every time.
I tuck the pitch-black thoughts in nebulous rhymes,
And I am scared to death if I forget the next line.
I do this every time.
Yes, I do it every time.
The cobwebs in my skull drip tears that taste like lime.
I wish that I could call the little joys mine.
I do this every time.
Yes, I do it every time.
-Jackie
If I can take it for an hour,
Then I can make it a day.
You stood there like a crypt
With nothing left to say.
If I can take it for a day,
Then I can make it a week.
Seven times the pressure,
But bleeding is for the weak.
If I can take it for a week,
Then I can make it a month.
You can kill the lights,
But I won’t stop the hunt.
If I can take it for a month,
Then I can make it a year.
You did me dirty this time,
Go and save up some fear.
If I can take it for a year,
Then I can make it almost three.
Did you know all along?
How do you even sleep?
-Jackie
I am staring at the black sky, but it tastes like a sour pill.
Will I end up at a hospital?
Find some peace in a graveyard or a landfill?
The questions are bigger than the universe can manage,
And I count down tomorrows,
But yesterdays tell me there’s nothing to salvage.
The great wheels of the unknown roll in the distance,
Too far for me to reach them,
Therefore, I stare and dwell on this existence.
Where will they find me, where will they leave me be?
Will a lost dog sing my last song
Or will someone call my time here a legacy?
-Jackie
Exhale me through parted lips,
Let me go like a breath.
I’m your burden, I’m your curse.
Just a wreck in your nets.
Put me in a cage and lock it,
And I’ll call it my home.
Drink your wine as I cry,
Lost, buried and alone.
-Jackie
I see you peeking over the fence,
Trying to make us friends through the grapevine,
But I keep forgetting my lines,
And I wonder if I should bring this to the end.
You watch my every move,
You wait on the moon to make me happy.
The chains in your words cannot wait to trap me,
Pop me open like a shiny balloon,
Deflate my ego like an inconvenience
Until I gain that pale common sense.
But who are you to mold my pain?
Who are you to judge my decision?
You made the first incision, cut a vein,
Then pulled out my thoughts with your high precision.
Live with it, die with it,
Take it to your grave like a trophy.
You cannot know me and you never owned me.
-Jackie
Wrap my jaw around your wrist and cut out my tongue
Just to keep me from spilling your secrets down the drain.
You told me stories about how mothers kill off their young,
And for a moment I believed that loyalty is pain.
However, no one stays oblivious until the very end.
Seasons change and blind followers turn into traitors.
Do not waste your precious breath trying to make amends,
Do not tell the angry crowds that I will come back later.
Take a stab in the dark and do not sigh when you miss me.
I was never yours, but you did your best to hide it.
You took me down with your tricks and your bitter whisky,
But the truth will come clean,
You will not overwrite it.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 