Pulled tight Heart slumped in the middle The strain is too great It feels so like dead babies If only I could sleep through fall And wake up in winter Making the strain nothing But a distant memory -Saschia
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Gargoyle
I fill my mouth with water and spit it into the sink. The water swirls around and disappears down the drain. They say all drains lead to the ocean.
For Now
The path has forked Choices must be made but beforehand let’s enjoy this cloudless night Let’s count the stars And make love in the wild No need to rush We’re gunna die either way Let’s enjoy our time together -Sasch
I am Dorthy’s Defense Mechanism
Dorthey has to fight the villain inside her. She tries to stay focused on growth and not letting others bring her down. But sometimes she gets down, real down. She wants to drag her enemies to the depths of hell. Introduce them her friend, Death and fill their bellies with the greatest pleasures in life.Continue reading “I am Dorthy’s Defense Mechanism”
Seasons of solitude Or Seasons of hell
The stars lit me up And lined my pockets The dancing wisked me away And spun me up They won’t leave They lift me over the fence Over the moon They dig my grave And soak my bones ♡Saschia
Freedom
I wriggled out of my skin And danced under the sunlight I let the world fall away To embrace the woman I’ve worked so hard to become The floodgates opened And washed away all my worries In that moment I was free ♡Saschia
Scared
My field of vision shrinks and grows The distance changes shape as I go Colors blend and blur into grays It’s much scarier to live this way I’m not sure what’s gunna happen ♡Saschia
Spider Woman
Running toward the chaos With my mouth wide open Hoping to catch a rain drop in this madness They call me crazy I call me honest My tongue is illuminated My heart has so much to say So I capture it all in my web Just to dull the pain from all the knives inContinue reading “Spider Woman”
Linen
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”
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
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