Jayne

Enough

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 hauntContinue reading “Enough”

Intellect

The words to save me are trapped inside my lungs. Yes, I have them, but my lack of intellect has shoved them into place. It’s not the intellect itself that I lack it’s the motivation to use it. Words words words they’re art. They’ve got meaning even without intellect. See. Who needs to think. -SaschiaContinue reading “Intellect”

Doors 3/23/2018

Photography- Morality Project

Photography/Editing: James Futrell Hair: Melissa Payne Makeup/Creative Director: Saschia Johnson Models: Tessa Dipallina and Christine Talamayan . Wanna read more? Here’s another great piece from our Morality Collection by Geoff Blanchette

Woke up to this

My brother sent me this video and it was a great start to my morning. It’s about unreasonably reaching goals. Figured I’d pass it along since I really enjoyed it. Love how he ends it. Creative Process

Dreams

I get these dreams and wonder was I looking through my own eyes. When they looked at me did they see the body I see? Is there ever mirrors in dreams? Next dream I have I’m looking for a mirror. Saschia

Cord

Cord The cord to the blinds snapped right off I was hoping to let some light in But maybe this filtered light isn’t so bad Should I buy a new cord, A new blind, Or tie it back together the best I can? I’m going to peek through to see if the light is worthContinue reading “Cord”

The Fall

Did you ever believe? If you never have then you’re not a credible source. I need someone on both sides of the coin. -Saschia Johnson

The muse

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Love Song

I admire his persistence and oh, how his howling soothes like the thumping inside her womb those vibrating drums birthed from her mouth I admire his persistence how her beats stretch across his howl The night twinkles bare, bare, bare, with dull blood Dance in her womb, crawl on your knees, eyes shut A mightyContinue reading “Love Song”