Crumbs Dishes

I’m in search of symbols

I search the worst places first

starting with Social media

the dusty ones

Those few I should’ve deleted

a while back

I clean the house

Because they could be mixed in with the dishes

Or with the crumbs on the carpet

And when that’s through I sit and think

And think

If I were a metaphor where would I be?

There’s the trees

the oceans

The sky and wild creatures

Love, heartbreak, Death

Is it possible that the search

is the metaphor

The crumbs the dirty dishes

the urge to find a connection

-Saschia Johnson

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~*Energy Drinks*~

Somebody’s Name

Long square round faces

Big eyes squinting ones dark ones with mysterious secrets

Perky lips plump and pouty Big and juicy

A world full of descriptions

but what I really

want to know is their names

and where they’ve been

and what they named their favorite freckle

when they were ten

but most of all

how they’ve survived

on just descriptions for so long

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

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I Want It All

 

Just Released! Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

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Will write for candy

To find something to say everyday

to find beauty in a fabric covored chair

or a one sided conversation on giving directions

held by strangers

My wedding ring has burned my ring finger

and left a line of blisters

but I keep wearing it because it’s pretty and pink

metaphorically that could mean something

My hair flat and static and my eyes uncrossed

on the up side

This poem has earned me candy

-Saschia Johnson

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