A place where you can be human.
How dare you dangle flesh and blood
from the edge of your thumb,
like she’s some sort of hangnail
you’re dying to get rid of.
Like she’s some sort of inconvenience.
You can pull the wool over her eyes
but I see your wicked ways.
The secrets you’ve tucked behind your eyelids.
Those ones that haunt you while you sleep.
They’ve been gifted to me
and now
your lies will spread like the plagues of Egypt.
-Saschia Johnson
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
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
My brother sent me this video and it was a great start to my morning. It’s about unreasonably reaching goals. Figured I’d pass it along since I really enjoyed it.
Love how he ends it.
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
Cord 
The cord to the blinds snapped right off
I was hoping to let some light in
But maybe this filtered light isn’t so bad
Should I buy a new cord,
A new blind,
Or tie it back together the best I can?
I’m going to peek through
to see if the light
is worth it.
-Saschia Johnson
Did you ever believe?
If you never have then you’re not a credible source.
I need someone on both sides of the coin.
-Saschia Johnson
hahaha!
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
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