Empowerment for the gas lit

They’re going to belittle you and question your thoughts

Keep empowering yourself

Keep thinking

They’re going to tell you how you should feel

Keep feeling every little thing that ripples through your veins

They’re going to tell you don’t worry about it now you have your whole life ahead of you

Get it done

They’re going to try to convince you that you should be doing it their way

Don’t you dare stop doing things the way things work for you

And know I will support you when they all laugh at your ideas and call them silly and call you stupid

Your ideas are not to be laughed at. And should be taken respectfully.

And you my free spirit are abso-fucking-lutely

Not Stupid

Her Looming Shadow

I spin her round
Like a top
No, more like a dance partner
She’s mad
She’s not interested in being spoken to this way
What does she know? She asks the heavens
And I dig in
I know about the sex
I know about the dirty little things she does when she thinks nobody’s looking
Those are the least of her worries
Because I have my dirty little habits too
And then she looks up
And her head aches
And her tummy growls
There’s a storm brewing
And it’s not coming to drop a house on the bad guys

Because bad guys don’t always lose

-Saschia

Uplift

I was determined to show up and love you where you were

I propped my chest open to let some air in

And then you had to go and critique my body

I was fine I would have left unscathed

But you had to talk about something I’ve taken years to love.

Something that has always been fragile

And it broke me a little bit

But I know this is just me learning to love me regardless of other’s opinions

So thank you for poking the wound

Thank you for poking my body.

-Saschia

Dear Lover

The life you desire doesn’t exist with me

It makes me sad I’m not the one for you

I’ve no desire to grow into something created for you

I’ve stepped away from the crowd

I spend nights on the outskirts of town

Contemplating the darkness within me

I’ve nothing to give but words on words

The only guarantee here is that the end is always near

The only promise I can give is that I will continue searching til my lids close and no longer open

Even then I hope the search continues

I’m not the one for you

I wasn’t placed on this planet for you

My place is separate and set apart from the rest

But I do hope to be wrapped up in you from time to time to ease the pains of constant shedding

But sometimes

I’m shedding you

-Saschia

Martyr

My words have left for the hills

They’ve been slaughtered

Like the fattest calf

And sent to the heavens

In billows of smoke

I hope god accepts them

I hope he let’s me come in

As spirit

After the slaughtering

I hope the priests eat well

Their bellies full enough to teach

And lead

And fight off wolves

I hope I was finally good enough

For something

Solipsism

She’s gone

snuffed out with just a thought

not a person could save her

or her body

or her works

dead and gone

the gift of being mortal

the gift of life

to gift your body into the hands of another

because there is no fight

there never was

pain is an act of life

death is the grand-finale

but there’s no going out with a bang

it will be far less extravagant than that

-Saschia

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