A place where you can be human.
Linens hang from me
I stand to rebuild and restore what was lost
The stench of death will stalk me
These pains will ache and swell and ooze
And after the burial has ended
I will emerge
naked, broken, and old
one with the soil stuck to my palms
Maybe
I will master the art of tea,
souffles, and silence
I will go on
♡Saschia
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. View more posts
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