How dare you dangle flesh and blood
from the edge of your thumb,
like she’s some sort of hangnail
you’re dying to get rid of.
Like she’s some sort of inconvenience.
You can pull the wool over her eyes
but I see your wicked ways.
The secrets you’ve tucked behind your eyelids.
Those ones that haunt you while you sleep.
They’ve been gifted to me
and now
your lies will spread like the plagues of Egypt.
-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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