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.

-Saschia Johnson

 

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Photography- Morality Project

Goth Tessa Dana Chris

Photography/Editing: James Futrell

Hair: Melissa Payne

Makeup/Creative Director: Saschia Johnson

Models: Tessa Dipallina and Christine Talamayan

 

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Wanna read more? Here’s another great piece from our Morality Collection by Geoff Blanchette

 

Love Song

 

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I admire his persistence

and oh, how his howling soothes

like the thumping inside her womb

those vibrating drums birthed from her mouth

I admire his persistence

how her beats stretch across his howl

The night twinkles

bare, bare, bare, with dull blood

Dance in her womb, crawl on your knees, eyes shut

A mighty hand guides you to the unknown

 

-Saschia Johnson