Your wings left scars on my pale back,
Your stories gave me chapters I didn’t write.
Your red waters sunk my escape tracks,
And painted the calmest sea angry and white.
-Jackie
Escape Tracks
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Silver Pieces
Seven armies looked for my silver pieces
after your storms were finally done with me.
I have no tongue, no breath and no heartache left.
There is no wind to deliver my apology.
-Jackie
Remains
The remains stay silent in their shallow graves
And the curtains stay closed as the sun rises.
These days I collect fresh skulls, not names,
And I do not cover up my demise.
-Jackie
Envy
I envy the humans who have another cheek to turn
Because vengeance is the one thing keeping me alive,
And if I didn’t have bad blood in my veins,
I wouldn’t sit here all charming and well-spoken.
I envy the souls that don’t have to keep doing this.
Yes, perhaps that sounds morbid and bitter,
But I know my honesty doesn’t make a difference,
So I keep spilling words like cheap drinks at a bar.
-Jackie
The Rat King
The bridges warm me up as they’re burning down.
It was your decision to stay in this cursed town.
Papers float in the air, and they prove you’re guilty.
Come and get me, Rat King.
Make sure that you kill me.
-Jackie
Grasping
The wet fingers tighten around my ankles,
And I grasp for air but it fails to fill my lungs.
My blood runs colder than the mighty ocean,
My secrets start spilling out of the open trunk.
-Jackie
My Tomorrows
Spellbinding moments turn into graveyards,
Turn into castles,
Turn into stones.
Why is this story still going backwards?
Did I lose hope?
Did I end up alone?
I loved and I lost you in the deep waters.
The hills echoed screams,
But not the sorrow.
If I had one piece of soul to barter,
I would give it up.
Take all my tomorrows.
-Jackie
Nail In A Coffin
You left dirty marks on my only altar,
You left thirty scars on my sinking trust.
Each corner of my church smells like regret,
Each nail in my coffin tastes like rust.
-Jackie
For The Hopeless
Put the animal in a cage
and put your pulsating rage in my pocket.
I cannot escape the heatwaves,
but I can empty my eye sockets.
Put the cynic in a cathedral
and play ethereal songs on loop.
We are really not making strides,
we are just stuck on an endless hoop.
-Jackie
Killing Dart
When I knew there was no light left in my windows
And there was no steel left in my sinking heart,
I let the streets know the name of my only traitor.
Not even the wind could catch that killing dart.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 