
A silent house
where no one
yells.
A set routine
where nothing
changes.
A subtle existence
where no problems
occur.
Maybe
I am better
alone.
©2021 Jai Lynn
I am a puppet.
Here are my arms.
Here are my legs.
There are my strings
as you make me dance
for your entertainment.
I am a puppet.
Let my mouth open.
Let my cheeks laugh.
Make my strings
sing out in my voice
with words that are not my own.
I am a puppet.
Free will was
is
and will never be
mine.
©2021 Jai Lynn
A crystal image
in the water.
A blank page
in the notebook.
An empty reflection
in the mirror
next to me.
I guess
it really can happen.
I can forget.
I will…
I am
I did.
Finally
I forgot you.
©2021 Jai Lynn
Ruins
are memories
broken
into little
tiny
pieces.
Small
fragments
with sharp
serrated
edges.
You have
to be prepared
when you
connect
them back
together.
Or
you
will just
get cut
all over
again.
And so,
I learned
to cast
my hands
in steel.
Now
I am
finally
ready
to make
my new
castle.
I am
sad
no more
for The Queen
has
arrived.
©2021 Jai Lynn
I am
enough.
All my
gifts
you’ve given
have made
me
the happiest
person around.
I am
enough.
There is
no more
I need
to feel
wanting.
I am
enough.
You
made it so
my other half
was always
myself.
Thank you.
Even when
there is
no one
else around
and I am
alone
my life
is still
full.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you
©2021 Jai Lynn
You know me.
When the wolves
are howling…
I’m taking
the blows.
When the world
is falling…
on my shoulders
it goes.
So why
are you
saying
I’m not
good
enough
When we both
know
in a duel
to the death
I would be
the only
one
left.
©2021 Jai Lynn
Red cardinal,
black feather,
storm clouds,
sunny weather.
Nerves of steel,
back straight.
They may laugh
but it’s too late.
Red cardinal,
black feather,
broken bones,
red strings sever.
Feelings high,
the rest low.
Queen’s don’t always
dress in gold.
Red cardinal,
black feather,
heart of ice
with a liquid center.
So many
broken bones…
and children laughing,
throwing stones.
Red cardinal,
black feather.
Lopsided crown
never looked better.
She’s too good
for this world.
Straightened rose glasses
from a vision once twirled.
Red cardinal,
black feather.
She decides
to be better.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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Shutters closed,
floors bare,
dark house,
your kingdom of despair.
Halogen lights
watermelon rinds
your real kingdom
has straight lines.
Two sides,
two yous
one heart
shaded in dark blues.
It’s so obvious
to those who care.
Your soul’s in need
of desperate repair.
Tired eyes,
silent cries
you are
dead inside.
(Why don’t you change?)
(How do I fix you?)
(I shouldn’t have to fix you.)
When
will
you
realize?
©2021 Jai Lynn
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“You have met with a horrible destiny, haven’t you?”
The devil in the mask held the dagger out, the handle towards me and blood from the blade pooling in its fist. Still as stone, its unmoving eyes bore into mine.
I tried to keep trained on the blade but couldn’t help but let my stare wander back to its face. Not like it had changed the whole time. The same macabre expression of a grin slitted with pointed teeth and a forked tongue hooked out of the right corner of its mouth were still all I could see. Some part of me was trying to see a crack to the monster underneath but masks existed for a reason.
“Horrible destiny….” I laughed, but brokenly. “I think I’ve heard that somewhere before.”
It drummed its claws along the steel, a little ting sounding every time a nail made contact. Then one scratched down a little too far and I flinched, a little too noticeably. So… the devil did it again. And again.
Just to break the cycle I took a step closer, and it mirrored me. When I took one to the left, it took one to its right. Step by step bringing us closer and closer together. Only when I took one back did it not move in turn. It stayed still, that smirk forever painted on its mouth.
It wanted me close. But couldn’t it see that this game was irrelevant? With my posture hunched, and my breathing hitched there was no way it didn’t see how exhausted I was. I didn’t even have my sword anymore. Then there was that dagger… just out for me to take.
If I wanted to survive I needed it. But, the one offering it was someone who wanted to drag me down at the end of all this…. something that would never want to hoist me up.
“All heroes have heard that before.” It bounced the blade in its hand, and the moonlight above glinted off the red steel.
I bit my lip. “I’m not a hero.” Then, I reached out and took the dagger. The devil didn’t let go though as my grip tightened.
It chuckled, low and grating. The sound like nails on a blade. Then it put its free hand to the edge of its mask and tipped it off.
“No, you’re not a hero….” the monster whispered, my own face reflected back at me like a mirror where its own should have been. The expression was familiar but crooked, and hungrily grinning at me underneath the shadow of the mask. “are you?”
I would have taken those pointed teeth and forked tongue for anything now… but they weren’t visible any longer since now I was the one wearing the mask.