I have no side to take
Ambivalence is all I’ve ever known
Conflicted to the core
Two Baby Girls
She dances while I sleep
And hiccups while I binge watch Netflix
She’s a part of me
One with me
Her sister is my closest friend and family.
She lights up my life with her smile
and makes me feel at home with her presence
Two baby girls to hug and love
to sing and dance with on the kitchen floor
I’m so proud
I’m so proud
-Saschia
Curiosity
My work is useless without curiosity
It’s my current the wind in my sails
Without it
my words are purely entertainment
and lack depth
So I read and explore and question life…
-Saschia
Echoes
The moon crosses the sky
Have I forgot something
Is the laundry done
The spirits circle my car
Echoes of
tummy growls
Did I eat
Take my hand love me raw
Wrap your arms around my vibrations
Do I have to ask
-Saschia
Untitled
I give pieces of me
Raw and unfiltered
I give every night my last thoughts
My dreams nightmares and wishes
And I worry that I’ll be misunderstood
-Saschia
Here, I Am Here
My reality is a dream
I sit in it everyday
I wake up to it and fall asleep to it
I ran from it
and now I grasp it as tight as I can
I don’t want to let it go
I don’t want to be anywhere else
Here with my loves
Among their blooms
Among their thorns
Is where I wish to be
-Saschia
Cloudy
I’m lost in the clouds
reality swirls into a blur of colors while
Hope flits in and out like a restless cat
How do I touch down?
Toes wiggling with
Two feet on the ground
-Saschia
A Distant Symphony
There’s this tiny space inside me. It has a tiny door with a button handle. A button you’d sew on a shirt. It was a fancy gold one. Round and shiny. I could hear music playing from the other side so I got on all fours and placed my ear right up against it. The music didn’t grow louder it stayed as distant but I could see flickers of light dancing just below the door. Then the smell of cookies and gasoline and cupcakes and charcoal intertwined in my nostrils. It was conflicting but curious. There was only one way to solve this. I had to turn the gold button knob and open the door to that tiny place inside me.
Puddle of Life
Life leaked out my finger tips
It was a sloppy puddle of mush
leaving only a carcass of skin slabbed on bone
Like a chicken on a cheerful walk to the slaughterhouse
emptied
mindless
and tired
-Saschia
Bed time writing
Going from letter to letter
Eyes opened one minute
Closed the next.
What’s real and why are sugar plums
So amazed by my androids buttons
