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I see the crevices where my mind has changed route
Where the blood has stopped flowing and changed direction
To kill off the illusion of rage and hypocrisy
There’s a skin shed in the corner of the room
no one speaks of it but me
Who’s skin is that? Who was left so empty?
I cry and point and stammer on revealing my weakness
Telling them I can only be human and nothing more
Not a god, not a demon, but the pattern of survival
And the louder I plead the looser the skin
til it falls to the floor
Just like that one in the corner
then a sliver of light shines between the curtain
-Saschia Johnson
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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