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✨A Poem✨ Hazy skies, 🔥 blood red throats, 🔥 sore ears, 🔥 dry mouth, and 🔥 the scent of burnt… something. 🔥 The imagination goes wild 🔥 wondering what ailment 🔥 could come next. 🔥 Maybe none at all. 🔥 But the sky still hazy 🔥 and the sun 🔥 still shaded 🔥 are exactlyContinue reading “Still Hazy”

💫A Poem💫 The screen swallowed me whole I can’t get out, I can’t even see. Then again it could be the smoke getting to me. -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨ Dipped my tongue in salt water to preserve myself for a day of mothering. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

💫A Poem💫 Forgotten words haunt me in silence through the night. Discarded connections with my inner artist interrupt the sacred flow that binds us. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

✨A Poem✨ Count me in 🫱🏾‍🫲🏾 for the real raw conversations. 🫱🏾‍🫲🏾 Count me in for the deep connections 🫱🏾‍🫲🏾 that take us just a tad deeper than yesterday. 🫱🏾‍🫲🏾 Take my hand and dive deep into the sea of 🫱🏾‍🫲🏾 consciousness with me. 🫱🏾‍🫲🏾 I’ll be there 🫱🏾‍🫲🏾 the best way I know howContinue reading “The Reality of Things”

💫A Poem💫 Sticky skin 🎵 soaked in fine perfumes 🎵 and shirts stuck with 🎵 wide eyed Oriental beetles 🎵 The night isn’t quite right until 🎵 the misfit musician strums the day away 🎵 while I tip tap a spoon on 🎵 my Crème Brûlée. 🎵 -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

💫A Poem💫 The steps move towards me in a way that if I turned around and stepped in rhythm, I wouldn’t move forward even an inch. The walls don’t close in, but they stick to you the way sex does even when you wash up afterwards. My only escapes are baptism and this forsaken craft.Continue reading “Down Escalator”

💫A Poem💫 Your words, 👄 they can rage the ancient seas 👄 or sink to the depths of a soul. 👄 Let them find you 👄 in the candle light 👄 with a thirst that can only be quenched 👄 by what you hold 👄 like dogs seeking refuge. 👄 That divine voice 👄 aContinue reading “Oh, How Powerful are Your Words”

💫A Poem💫 One petal 🌹 on a bush full of blooms 🌹 unfolds at its own time. 🌹 -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson