Hiding in peace No, not hiding Just put away in no special order Head on her shoulders Hips below her waist But her mind it’s in the books And late night conversations It’s searching out in the open While everything else Is not hiding No, not hiding Just put away in no special order -Saschia
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Nothing but Human
Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in Heart so full I forgot about myself Mind so conflicted nothing mattered I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality The mortal in me forgotten Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted That’s when I lost respectContinue reading “Nothing but Human”
Wall Art
It always matters it’s always a big deal hearts souls sex chance encounters those skipped heartbeats grasp em collect them hang em on the wall as reminders of the times you’ve once lived -Sasch
Safe
Tucked under my blankets The doors are locked The kids have kissed foreheads And warm toesies Safe from the cold damp night -Saschia
I will stand on the shoulders of my enemies To place the angel delicately a top my Christmas tree Their selfish acts beside mine Only my acts so deeply rooted by my own ancestors That they have become a catapult An explosion of sticky wet truth Like an orgasm at just the right time IContinue reading
Growing Pains
The earth opened up and pushed me over the edge. The dark was dark and only a seed of hope rested in my back pocket. Words swirled and spun around me, but I climbed and screamed and fought. I made it out and not one step was alone, even though at times I felt lonely.Continue reading “Growing Pains”
Softened
Stretched too thin I stiffen My skin hard as rock My mind static as a telephone in the wind I rest in a fetal shape as Waters rush around me A let them I let them rush a by til my brain gets better service And my skin softens again -Saschia
Make Em Squirm
People are more comfortable when you live a life similar to their own, but we weren’t put here to make others feel more comfortable. Live loud make em squirm.
The Shows Over Now
The banquet hall’s empty Not a single piece of confetti left to prove our existence Bare floors Bare walls A bare heart left in the middle of the room …
Under The Knife
Fear’s shadow lingers in the crack below the door I keep that door locked Even though sometimes it swings wide open I pace by it from time to time But I don’t even touch the handle I hate to twiddle my thumbs While I think up the worst case scenario I don’t even like toContinue reading “Under The Knife”
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