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
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
