I lift my shirt
And watch their
animalistic features
Twist and turn
While I lust a long day
With a pile of books
The misfit kind
That are discarded
Assumed to finger madness
Only it’s those books that speak
The music of my ancestors
♡Saschia
My Pet
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:anxiety, creative writing, depression, love, relationships, sex, writing
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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. View more posts
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