She’s a Pretty Mistress

She wasn’t ugly

Not by far

Actually, she had a pretty face

A face you’d see in the mall

Maybe the girl across from you

buying panties and a bra

You know

the one you smile at and politely

say excuse me to

She looks like she could be

your favorite cashier

Or someone who got straight A’s

in highschool

She and I

We both felt that powerless sting

We both sat and wondered

What it is we did

to be left

Was it the sex

Was it something we said

Both forgotten

After so much effort

And of course

We should have known

I mean, we knew

We knew he wouldn’t stick around

And someday another woman

would come

Maybe the new girl will have

the same basic name as hers

Because it’s highly unlikely

to be the same as mine

in spelling at the least

But still

the powerlessness

It feels like bondage

And no

she and I

we do not compare

Maybe in another world

In another place

In another time

My face is no basic face

And my body meticulously sculpted

by babies

Some dead some alive

And so while we are connected

she and I

By the same

Powerlessness a man has brought to us

We are not one in the same

And I hope and pray

That I never make the same mistake

She did

Of falling for a married man

And acting on it

-Saschia

On Writing

The first draft is just you telling yourself the story

― Terry Pratchett

What I’m struggling with is uncertainty on where my characters are going to go next. The experts say just write and what happens next will come to you. They also say write an outline or at least know your ending. I have a favored ending in mind which is confidence and self-acceptance for my characters. As I write toward my goal ending I would like to watch both characters bloom into something bigger and more beautiful than what they currently are.

Joy

The laughter has returned and

pangs of hunger dance in the pit my belly

She found me

And made herself comfortable

We spoke of motherhood

And Birthday cake

She pressed their cheeks into smiles

And twirled them on her finger

Maybe she will stay

My heart really needs her to stay

-Sasch

(But we all know, what goes up, must come down)

The Good Fight

My heart beats stronger with threat

It brings the life out of me

The rage redirected to art

To rebuilding myself

I will not be a machine

tears and snot drip down my face

I will not stop I will only grow larger and larger

And my dreams will be closer and closer

With an aching heart, I will rise

And I won’t stop

I will never stop

♡Saschia