Our yesterdays linger on the back of my tongue
He’s locked the door again
No one is allowed in but him
And his music and his revenge that sits between his back teeth
I say I don’t feel safe
And I’m sad and I’m scared
But those words fall to the wayside
And so yesterday returns
That stuck feeling
That threatening feeling
My tongue itches so I bite it
And I bite me
And I bite him
A marked beast ready for slaughter
Oh heavens above, am I lost in the wind?
“No,
You are anchored deep in the richness of the earth
Full of flavor
Some seeds fall to wayside
Others are taking root
To return hundredfold, sixty, thirty
-Saschia
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