Linens hang from me I stand to rebuild and restore what was lost The stench of death will stalk me These pains will ache and swell and ooze And after the burial has ended I will emerge naked, broken, and old one with the soil stuck to my palms Maybe I will master the artContinue reading “Linen”
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Tomorrow Brings Something
Ah, He’s filled my belly The tides have come But I’m tucked away Listening to the water drum Tossed and turned Candles lit while Writing on the walls of my ark I just know tomorrow will bring the sun ♡Saschia
Kowalcyzk
Bloody nose again the iron taste drips down the back of my throat reminds of sex and immorality tissue against my nose morality fell out of my hand some time ago I say that in a ignorant manor not a some philosophical way that might make this poem a tad more shallow I slur wordsContinue reading “Kowalcyzk”
Lady Lazarus
Lady Lazarus BY SYLVIA PLATH I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?—— The nose, theContinue reading “Lady Lazarus”
Blueprints From Heaven
She gathered the love notes the sporadic ones the demanded ones she gathered her books her sorrows and her understandings and she left She began to build her ark the blueprint laid out from above she stacked her self-love and internal conversations she’s had with heavenly hosts layer by layer This will help her bareContinue reading “Blueprints From Heaven”
Words
In the morning I hope they come to me After reading I wait them out While I’m showering I think about them With a blank screen I beg them to unfold In the end I just place one in front of another ♡Saschia
External Drivers
She curls her legs in from the cold Her blanket isn’t long enough for her legs to stretch out there’s ping in her shoulder for normal people that would be a bother for her it is a sign of hard work it brings her hope for a real bed and a bigger blanket -Saschia
In the Middle
The morning crawled into my nose and filled my chest then continued to my legs til I had to throw the covers off some people grind harder than me some sleep through their dreams til their last breath I’m shamefully somewhere in the middle ❤ Saschia
Cafe Stories
The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it wasContinue reading “Cafe Stories”
Shared Air
Step… step I think and think of shy hearts The ones that were left alone far too long The ones that have hardened over time I want so badly to love and appreciate them for who they are Because The daily grind in this world calls for an open heart Not a selective one ♡Saschia
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