I became a poet
the night I didn’t die
that long fuckin night
smothered guilt
suffocated shame

unaccountable years
pills and dead prayers
Hollywood
broken neon bulbs
a lost darling
sinning
a beggar
faux reality

loved everyone
hated everything
a fallen angel
ripped jeans
a tarnished borrowed halo
diseased dreams
virtuous nightmares

rumours
numerous nightclubs
retching in Ubers
alone
not alone
wasted
worn
amused
passing life
passing death

ten cities on the left
two worlds
recurrent retching
reality
pills and dead psalms
prophetic
reassigned
rehab
depression

lost in the real world
barefoot

I found words
poetry
misfits
I found poets
pity
redemption
peace
I found my tribe

I became a poet
the night I didn’t die

 
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Jacquie Prebich was raised in New York City and currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband and three kids. She started ballet at age five and danced until pregnant with her first child. Jacquie loves writing, producing and directing. She created Ballet Theatre in 2006, a new performance concept combining classical ballet with acting, singing and live music. Jacquie started writing poetry a few years ago during a stint in rehab for prescription pain killers for a knee injury resulting from dance. Jacquie loves film, books, family outings, and her rescue animals; three cockatiels, her cat Zeke, and her two dogs Loki and Bodhi.

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