I’ve taken a bite
crisp juice dribbled down
my chin
An answered prayer from the
heavenly hosts
a clasped hand closed tight
like a casket
Banished me
The ground churned toiled
and labor pains shoot up from
my hips flashes of lightening
of memories that survived
the flood
The fruit swallowed left to
decay in my tummy has gifted me
She pokes and prods
Yells and screams
She wants sex
She wants to feel sexy
And dinner out
And he worked
he worked his ass off
But she wants wants wants
And the kids are hungry
And work is calling while they sit at the dinner table
Chicken and salad…. again
He’s glad he got fast food
But now she’s hurt and mad and sad
And needs attention
But he’s tired and she understands
So she cries in the bedroom with the baby
because she knows she’s too much
She wants to be more
To cook better
To look better with her hair and nails done
She nods off
baby on lap
Daughter in bed
Mom in chair
Dad somewhere she hopes is comfortable enough for him to get rest
So maybe just maybe tomorrow
he’ll finally have the energy to put up with her
Maybe he’ll even bring flowers
-Saschia
His waves crash
Like an ancient melody
They play my song
They pull me in
I dive and dive
Only to be denied
I sit I cry
I beg and plead
Open up to me
I’m left drenched with a
Mouth full of sea foam
Drowning in an eerie silence
I’ve become a pirate
Forever in love with circling
His seas
-Saschia
She could climb right in the hot dish water
it’s been days since she’s relaxed in a bath
she soaks her hands just a second longer
a crawler wraps around her leg
brings her joy
brings her frustration
“just five more dishes”
wrinkled hand
wrinkled sanity
the crawler lifts a pant leg
“ugh, I need to shave”
soaked hands finagle the pant leg back down
smells like lavender and lemon
tastes like salt and soap
and feels like waiting for a million tomorrows
-Saschia
What is it that I do not say
Mouth slammed shut like my tongue is a trapped mouse
the most important thoughts lead to the ocean
Here’s my hand please see inside me
Look listen
Help me filter through the bullshit
So I can finally say what I want to say
-Saschia
Welcome to the greatest place on earth
where dreams make you come alive
as they twinkle right before your eyes
welcome to the place where anything is possible
the secrets here
rarely spoken out loud
kisses are exchanged
promises are made
and Judas is welcomed
cuz he’s in everyone
but
here’s the catch,
as above so below
Just kidding that’s no catch
Come on! Let’s have fun.
-Saschia Johnson
I feel like I wrote him into me
Inside my head
Inside my world
Between my thighs
And in between the lines
Of my poetry
Could this be real
Butterflies are set free from her mouth,
the way none-sense usually is.
You see, she’s the type to speak before she thinks,
a quality others admire most about her.
Thousands of butterflies escaped
and filled the room.
Her mouth hung open.
Not word bounced off the walls,
only thoughts and butterflies.
-Saschia
The sun set on his sadness
Then it rose the next day
and the next day
until his spirit was replenished
Sasch
I feel the madness trickling in
Under the door- through the door
Makes my legs electric and
My heart flighty
Madness waits for no door
To be opened
It stains eyeballs red
As reality quakes out of view
Let it trickle let it trickle
Because there’s no escaping it.
