Ah here comes the depth
Here comes the midnight walks
In an empty field filled with ghosts
And blood and
Screams from so many past lives
I’ve been here too many times
To care much about the escape
I’ve come this time to dance
With the shadows
-Sasch
Tag: dark
Dear Lover
The life you desire doesn’t exist with me
It makes me sad I’m not the one for you
I’ve no desire to grow into something created for you
I’ve stepped away from the crowd
I spend nights on the outskirts of town
Contemplating the darkness within me
I’ve nothing to give but words on words
The only guarantee here is that the end is always near
The only promise I can give is that I will continue searching til my lids close and no longer open
Even then I hope the search continues
I’m not the one for you
I wasn’t placed on this planet for you
My place is separate and set apart from the rest
But I do hope to be wrapped up in you from time to time to ease the pains of constant shedding
But sometimes
I’m shedding you
-Saschia
I am Aphrodite, Farewell
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
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 art of tea,
souffles, and silence
I will go on
♡Saschia
Elsewhere
The distractions are monstrous
the drive to replace the mask of positivity
and the plague of territorial jealousy
like a jack in the box I never wound
but I love when it rains
and I love when you show your true face
the rugged one
the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit
insisting it be swiped with deodorant
the stink you wish only to release on your death bed
that is the one I wish to see
that is where love lies
-Saschia Johnson
