I Look

He set me on fire then he kissed me

He leaned right in and kissed me

Right there in the flames

I still question whether it was him

I think back to it

I look for strings

I check the mirror

Then he let me go

He let me go like he should have when he met me

It stung to know I have less to offer him

but

You see, I’m no longer the type to be chained

Not to love, not to men, not to anything other than my dreams

And so yes, I cut my insides on his shards of glass

but he fingered my demons

As he watched the blood drip drip from between my thighs

-Sasch

Desired Destination

Here we are again

Bound to the same choices

An endless loop

Of learning to say no to the things

That don’t seem so bad

In the moment

But cross my

Clear set boundaries

My boundaries are not a challenge

Or a suggestion

They are the streetlights and guardrails

That keep me on the right path

To my desired destination

-Saschia

Demon Eyes

I’m not waiting for my blessings.

I’m collecting them

I Tack them to my wall

For future reference

Souls locked away

For my own enjoyment

You know,

Husbands fucking wives

Wives fucking husbands

Making babies cry

Making writers write

Making me rise

To another dimension

That’s some human shit

Tell me about it

-Sasch

Not That Type

I do want to avoid this

I’m not the waiting type

I get what I want

I’m spoiled rotten

But impatience keeps making me

Pay the price

So now I’m over here

Forcing myself to focus

So I don’t become that good wife

Sitting around waiting

Like maybe he’ll come home

Just To feel this all over again

I’d rather be

in the back seat for this one

But I won’t

Call me Captain or something

I’m taking the wheel on this one

-Saschia