Fragments stitched together
Smiles from laughter
From nervousness
And kisses from drunkenness
From the need to escape
Life teeters in our damp palms
With pieces of our lives piled high
I stitch them together with black thread
Strong enough to hang a shadow
Or catch a dream
Fragments, skin colored
A diversity of skins
Could cover my bones
Could cover my words
Smiles kisses palms
A foretelling
A history
A pitch black thread
-Saschia
You are the embodiment
Of the Egyptian godesses
You hold light and life
In the base of your belly
Walk tall
Be proud of where you came from
You didn’t come from cupcakes
You came from pain
And heartache
So
It’s time to rise
It’s time to be exactly who you were meant to be all along
-Saschia
The art flows free when I’m with Ares
We tripped over the skulls of our enemies
Sat on the piles of their riches stacked to the sky
And I know, I don’t need Ares, or revenge, or riches to make art
And I know he takes away my focus.
Aphrodite is
a healthier option
The wiser choice
But Aries was the adventure I had missed
The only kind that crawls right under my thick skin
He made me dance
Inside and out
He shut me down and lit me up
He’s not safe
not in the slightest
Our dark minds wielded blood splatter
And chaos
The only way I could justify us was art
We were so art
You should have seen us
-Saschia
I’m setting my foundation below the surface
Beneath the bulbs
Mingled with tree roots
Over 100 years old
I sit alone and pick and pick
I ride the drunkin boat
And flow in all directions
I wrap myself in gauze
And slip into the silence
I am here
I’m alive
And my home is rising
-Saschia
When did this begin
Was it when I asked
Was it just yesterday
What is today again?
I’m not sorry
I’ve drifted
Now I know which way is wrong
Let’s try this again
-Saschia
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 art of tea,
souffles, and silence
I will go on
♡Saschia
