When The Soul Is Lost – Jack Neece

I am a small thing now
I am a thing you won’t even notice at first
I am whisper as a passerby brushes up against you and doesn’t say a word
I am the twitch in your hand as your fist balls instinctively
I burn small fires in your subconscious
I am the wind that turns your head when you smell the ocean and haven’t been near water in years

You can almost see my face when you look in the mirror
You turn away and rationalize yourself back into uncomfortable skin

I am your wild core
Like lava I will eventually pour from you

You adjust your glasses and fix your strand of unruly hair

I see you practice your “professional” smile before you walk out the door

You can hear my laugh and try to shut me away

“Come to me woman of passion, hear my siren song. Crash against my shore and bleed into the sand. Love with abandon and cry for closure. Scream into the heavens, they have almost forgotten you are there.”

You shiver at my words and put the key into the ignition of your reliable square car

I am with you through your day

My head hangs heavy as I watch the light in our eyes going out

Your day was long my darling
Your wine stained teeth need brushing and your bed is calling

I am going to slip into you

I will save us both. I fill your slumber with the memories we share. I slip between your thighs and touch the lust you once wore like a red leather dress. You shift and bite your lip in your sleep. Your knees meet and your hips twist. I continue my path. I run your fingers through sand and tickle your toes with the grass of our barefooted youth. I swirl inside you and you can feel the skirt your mother gave you swaying against your skin. There is a tear falling and you turn to your side. Your pillow a poor substitute for the arms you so desperately need around you. You’re going to wake soon so I hold you. I am your love. I am your passion. I am your soul yearning for connection. Come to me my love and remember me like I remember you. Come back to me and watch as the light returns and your shoulders are no longer weary.

I will wait for you
I will listen
But please

Come back

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Jack Neece is a passionate woman often consumed by the fire within. She writes to put out the flames. A single mother of four she finds her way through the world with a fly by the seat of your pants mentality and a desire to always say yes to a new situation. Jack lives in small-town Ohio with her three sons. A huge culture shock from the fast-paced life in Vegas she is used to, but here she is.

You can read more of Jack’s writing on Facebook.

16 Comments Add yours

  1. Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:

    Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen welcomes Jack Neece

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    1. Jack Neece says:

      I am honored to be here, never have I felt more at home.

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      1. ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

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  2. Jamie Lynn Martin says:

    “Come to me woman of passion, hear my siren song. Crash against my shore and bleed into the sand. Love with abandon and cry for closure. Scream into the heavens, they have almost forgotten you are there.”

    That was my absolute favorite part, overall beautiful piece!♡

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    1. Jack Neece says:

      Thank you so much! 🥰

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  3. Kindra M. Austin says:

    Absolutely Stunning, Jack. Welcome! ❤

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  4. Kindra M. Austin says:

    Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:

    Today on HL&M, Jack Neece. ❤ Stop by and give her a warm welcome.

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      1. Kindra M. Austin says:

        You’re most welcome! Your words are a gift, and I’m thankful for you. ❤️

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      2. Jack Neece says:

        You are so kind. I feel the same way about you.

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      3. Kindra M. Austin says:

        Thank you! You’ve just made my heart smile! 😍😘❤️🥰

        Liked by 1 person

      4. Jack Neece says:

        Then my work here is done.. 😊

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      5. Kindra M. Austin says:

        We are totally simpatico, Jack. I love the energy! 😍

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  5. “I slip between your thighs and touch the lust you once wore like a red leather dress. You shift and bite your lip in your sleep. Your knees meet and your hips twist. I continue my path. I run your fingers through sand and tickle your toes with the grass of our barefooted youth.”

    Just beautiful Jack! Welcome to Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

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    1. Jack Neece says:

      Thank you so much.

      Liked by 1 person

  6. HLR says:

    Gosh, this is so powerful. I feel very privileged to share the Heretics platform with a writer as brilliant as yourself xx

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