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It might be time for you to learn that I am your last nightmare,

Not just a spook with some designer perfume and black lipstick.

You summoned me with salt like my terror was a quick dare,

But I strike them like lightning – one blink, and you’ll miss it.

It might be time for you to pick up that old chef’s knife.

My head will float above your bed each night until you face me.

You might get a chance at fighting god on your borrowed time,

But my judgment will hide in each shadow that feels hazy.

-Jackie

She walked out on you before you even noticed,

And all hope bled out before you clipped its wings.

Your old hometown friends called her The Poetess,

And you laughed along as they called it a fling.

Desperate moments ask for desperate measures,

But your apologies get stuck in your throat.

You even wonder if she feels the same pressure,

If her future feels like a sinking lifeboat.

She walked out the day you needed her most,

And their tongues painted her as the real villain.

Between red velvet kisses and champagne toasts,

She saw right through your jejune feelings.

Desperate moments ask for desperate escapes,

And she had to flee the scene before the crash.

One day she will peel her lips from the tape

As her words will leave you with a deep gash.

-Jackie

What’s the use of your wise reflections

If you color me with invisible paint?

These mirrors twist me in cruel angles

While you observe me like a saint.

Your sage green eyes stay anchored.

They chew right through my pale skin.

Was there really me before you?

Did you make me into a scarlet sin?

I don’t know if my breath matters,

And you choose to dodge the question.

Your words flow like great rivers,

But I’m not one of your obsessions.

So, why do you call me back?

My outlines are almost transparent.

One day I’ll fade with the winds,

And my dust will be your death warrant.

-Jackie

I look for stars in the sky above your building,

But the planes have occupied the velvet night.

Cold thoughts have replaced all of my feelings,

And I might get to breathe if I tame my might.

Blank stares shoot back at me like red lasers,

And I wish someone told me to run for cover.

Their rules and restrictions cut like razors,

But at this point pain is just one of my lovers.

I do not ask why the trees keep losing color.

The breaths I take remain small and measured.

Every song they play turns my path duller.

Soon I will forget all about these pleasures.

-Jackie

While some pray each night for a shot at forgetting me,

You wave your long flag of moral purity.

While they gift their love in these silver screen boxes,

You speak in half-truths and paradoxes.

But you have all the time in the world to erase me,

To cover my thorns in dying daisies.

You can be the first one to call my words shallow

While truth is a pill you cannot swallow.

Still, I broke the spell that kept us civil.

Soon enough the green leaves shriveled.

While you were patting yourself on the shoulder,

The home we built, it artfully smoldered.

You found better hobbies on every street corner

As I was crossing the northern border.

Now you are worlds away busy forgetting me,

And nothingness tastes a lot like jealousy.

Strangers fill my time, thinking I feel great.

I just want you to twist the blade.

-Jackie

In my house of mirrors, time slows when I talk,

And the writing on the walls drips boiling chalk.

Ancient terrors sneak out of every reflection.

Let their teeth consume you section by section.

In this house of dim lighting, nobody ever speaks.

We scream as blue hours form blurry weeks.

The beasts we nurture inside our own chests

Come out to play with the venomous pests.

In our house of sharp edges, silence prevails.

We erase the news and blow up the mail.

Candlelit rooms keep their hexes and ghouls,

And you must let them turn you into a fool.

-Jackie

Tired taxis shoot down the constantly sleepy city streets,

They take my fading carcass home as it bends in defeat.

The passersby stare, but no one helps me out with the keys.

I wish somebody noticed that these days I barely breathe.

My life of pleasure bleeds through my fluttering eyelids,

And I know that good people must suffer in glossy silence.

But would it be so wrong to drown all of the autopilots?

These joyless smiles pass by my eyes like floating islands.

I just want a little taste of what the other side holds.

It must feel more than delightful to always fit the mold.

My eccentric existence is rosy, but it is covered in mold,

And my mind is a sour substance, red and uncontrolled.

-Jackie

If you aren’t afraid to burn, come and enter my carnival.

Sit down and stay still, don’t you tease the carnivores.

If you like a dash of frights, come and take this final ride,

And if you exit in one piece, you had nothing left to hide.

The house of mirrors will treat you to a bitter coat of truth.

Pickpockets will rob you blind and feed you witches’ brew.

You will beg me stop the chaos, but I will simply ignore it.

Your breath will fade away with the first birds in the morning.

-Jackie

I miss you in my bones when you’re standing right here.

You talk without blinking and you laugh without fear.

These days you are only a name and an address.

I’m frightened to leave you, so I just get undressed.

These lines that we read get swallowed by mirrors.

You’re wiser than me but you can’t see much clearer.

If it wasn’t in the cards, why did we press it?

This forbidden fruit is rotten, but the taste is possessive.

You’re slipping through the cracks in the kitchen floor,

And I might shatter if I don’t feel adored.

This balancing act is wearing out our common sense.

Only liars claim that love feels like its godsent.

-Jackie

I hide under cheap pseudonyms to anonymize my growing pain,

Honesty smothers me in my sleep like some glassy cellophane.

I seek out watery love that won’t bruise me and won’t stain.

The covers of my book are closing, but I don’t want to die in vain.

I walk my road like there is no bigger curse than leaving a mark.

The greyness has crooked teeth, and they tend to leave deep scars,

But I would rather stay distorted, I would rather stay in the dark.

My mirrors are all painted over, and my heart is colder than Mars.

-Jackie