A place where you can be human.
There’s enchanting songs in my head
And visions of sex with him
But not mine
There’s burned sheets
And broken hearts
Flames lick my bare waist
My bare toes
frozen on her kitchen tiles
What am I here for
But to pour alcohol on your wounds
Let them heal
Let them breathe
-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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