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Exipotic ~ poem by Javone Jackson

When bodies hit the ground, fairy tales ended

Dead men walking was another trip around Hell

Scales were cracking when the lighter hit the surface

Eyes filled with red beams

Chains started to break that were holding the pit bulls

My pupils dilated after adrenaline was pumping into my kidneys

Sacrificing sleep for spare emotions

A priest couldn’t stop my range of motion because I had nothing to confess.

Javone Jackson is a 21-year-old from Decatur, Georgia. He says that writing stories and poetry saved him from himself. His Instagram is @vonpoetry.

Photo Cover Credit: Luiza Danco


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