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Gold

The beginning was fascinating

Then it got wild

A slow descent

An upward battle

The type of alone that isn’t called solitude

I fought myself

Shed to the bone

I searched for gold

I found home

-Saschia

I’m Here

It was dark when we met

Chin tipped swallowing air

My feelings for you were proof that

I still existed

Even in hell

eyes glazed over

I listened as an escape

I showed up as an escape

And then one day

you were just there

Without a flinch

And

I crawled out

Cuz

you poked and prodded

You pulled me in

And pushed me out

And that’s it

Now I’m here

-Saschia

He’s a Portal

The trees fall away

I’m left with stars

and bodies merging

Clasped hands and

Throats stuffed with scrolls

We dance and drift into spirals

He searches my mouth

I search his heart

This is the life we choose

Separate but together

-Separate

I’m what is called a pantser like Stephen King. I don’t outline the story ahead of time. But I do take time to stop and think or journal on where I’d like my characters to end up. Anyhow, my two characters, a woman and a man, are growing in separate places right now. The guy’s growth is far more interesting than the woman’s. In real life this normal since women mature at a younger age than men, but in writing is this ok? Should I find more balance? Should I be more deliberate about her growth? My only concern is that she will be unrealistic if I am too deliberate. Or am I over thinking and this is how characters grow in fiction.

Fiction writers, do you find this or do this intentionally. Like, give another character more spotlight? Maybe it’s her slow growth that makes him more interesting and vibrant? I’d love to hear your strategies.

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

Cold Nose

My nose is cold

Like a cat’s

But not wet

I just want to wrap up in blankets

And sleep for hours

Without interruption

Closed eyes

Are my best option

When it comes to

using what time I’ve got

-Saschia

Pieces

I can place the pieces on the game board

And attempt to guess my opponents wishes

But, there’s always that chance

They could give up

Or surprise me

I’m not much into games

But like most others

I do prefer certainty

-Saschia

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