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Practice

She’s in the mirror while sunlight pokes her in the face she feels as each oblong word beats it’s way out I am worthy I AM worthy I am worthy I am WORTHY She crawls under her large comforter, blinds drawn. Her small mouth crackles with spit as she opens it to whisper: i amContinue reading “Practice”

A Warm Up

Lenses are clearing And fishing has begun Tap tap tippity tap Sounds the keys An alarm to wake up My creativity There’s hope It floats by once in a while There’s bouts of numbness I dont want to speak of But we need this We need this To live to sacrifice our bloody insides ToContinue reading “A Warm Up”

Proactive

Respect her sacred spaces her secret garden, her desk, her solitude, her thoughts let it be hers and hers alone and when you do this you will see a change in climate -Saschia But wait I’ve got more poetry here……It’s All History

A Bag Full of Freedom

I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice my pantiesContinue reading “A Bag Full of Freedom”

Blooms

The flowers bloom some with help some wildly on their own the gardener digs and waters he waits and pats the soil eager for his return -Saschia Yesterday’s post… Under God’s Gaze

Under God’s Gaze

my boobs ache and my nipples crack millimeter by millimeter I grit as they tread my parted crevices and I allow it bloody bleeding I choose everyday to keep going “it’s all temporary” they keep telling me and as I wander off to dream my breasts fill they weigh me down down down down theContinue reading “Under God’s Gaze”

My Element

I travel at a slow pace require low energy to think but I get impatient and high on life which is part of being human It’s ok to be human as long as I remember to take my time and surround myself with peace -Saschia

Love Bubbles

He made me freeze in my steps And in my thoughts I could think of nothing else But having him To myself -Saschia

Rose Roots

Roses dug around the root May not bloom again But placed in the care of a skilled planter Its chances of flowering increase -saschia

Will Write For Tomorrow

Light in the distance A globe or maybe an orb It flits around the corners of my heart Dashes against the edges of my mind I look and touch and smell What it may be like I want things a way Smooth oiled machines But life isn’t so oiled It’s jagged and rough There areContinue reading “Will Write For Tomorrow”