Bubble Bath

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The tub is full and the bubbles bobble on top

My legs have adjusted

but when the rest of me sinks in

it burns.

In the tub, I’m a lost soul

venturing from the heavens to a five star hotel

It is there I’m considered a holy whore with no divine gifts

My words

they float in front of me popping the suds

And here I soak

without a clue and nothing to give

Here I sink

soggy as a sponge in the pits of the ocean

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

Enough

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.

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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