Jersey

Born Emilie Charlotte
Le Breton in 1853
She lived on the walls
Of the old lamp tavern
She ghosted the hallways
And leaned on the fruit machine
Waiting for the placards
To read her name again
To passing Limousines

She knows no corner of the world will hide it,
No corner of the world will keep her down

Jeanne Marie might have died
If she knew who her mother really was
But she was denied
Till the tabloids had flooded the bars
With the cruel infidelities and the selfish love
That Jersey would hold beneath sheets
If only she could

She knows no corner of the world will hide it,
No corner of the world will keep her down

She might have cut her losses
And died in Monaco
But she was drawn here
By the cigarette smoke
To ghost the hallways
And lean on the fruit machine
Waiting for the credits to read her name
Up on the silver screen
…Again?

-Chreeees