Empty sex, soulless endeavors and failed attempts at trying to find ourselves somewhere buried beneath all the shit we were drowning in. He called me a bitch in front of the kid and I didn’t like that so I reached out and socked him right in the chin. “I don’t need this. Why am I evenContinue reading “Passionate Seekers”
Category Archives: Prose Diaries
Nova’s Tenth Birthday
I walk in after speeding to get my daughter’s cake which was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen since Willy Wonka, and notice the tables aren’t ready. The plates are still in plastic wrap and so are the table clothes. Panic struck me like a piano falling from a third floor apartment. I hate dishingContinue reading “Nova’s Tenth Birthday”
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”
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
Sleepy from nothing
Sleepy from nothing. Just sleepy. Maybe from thinking. Or maybe I ate the wrong thing but I’m too sleepy to care enough to figure it out. My brain is foggy and my eyelids are heavy. The future is weighing me down but the past doesn’t bite too bad anymore. I could have just adjusted toContinue reading “Sleepy from nothing”
between the carpet and the comforter
By: Michael Morlock curled up on the floor, surrounded by toys, crawling under your daughters blanket just to try and be close to the things you love the most, and it’s still only you, alone, smothering beneath the coloured comforter, neck at a harsh angle, face burning against the coarse carpet, willing and wishing forContinue reading “between the carpet and the comforter”
Reviver
Tipped over the rail my stomach cannot contain it’s contents anymore. He’s rubbing my back and telling me I’m doing a great job. I needed him then and there and that’s what I got.
Smile, you’re beautiful just the way you are.
I am never going to be who you want me to be but I can assure you, that I am and always will strive to be a little more me. -Saschia Johnson
First Attempt
It’s the middle of the night and my mom has me wrapped tight in a bundle of blankies carrying me to the car. Mom tells me it’s ok with a kiss on my forehead and tucks me into my car seat. I don’t wake up til the car comes to a stop. All IContinue reading “First Attempt”
Don’t forget to wash your hands
Do you fear your lack of self-control. Your eyes jump from crevice to crevice saliva slips from that numb part of your lips to your work boots covered in the gritty money you earned. She turns and has that virginal-motherhood smile and you feel that sweat collecting behind your neck making your head itch, but youContinue reading “Don’t forget to wash your hands”
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