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Heirloom

My necklace swings as I bend over to plant some seeds It swings again when I clean someone’s muddy tracks off the floor I kinda wanna take it off but it was from my grandmother.

Glass Jar

Give me a sledge hammer So I can break free From this glass jar -Saschia

The makeup drips down her face Black tears There’s more to all this She knows it She feels it in her bones Even though it was wrong She knows that too But there was this push much stronger than before An urge she’s never felt She wasn’t herself or was she Is this what beingContinue reading “Ruined”

The Point

The only point of everything is love Whether it’s not enough Not reciprocated Or whether it’s pure with no agenda Love is the point – Saschia

Second Guessing

I made this decision To stick it out To see how things go And feel it out We all make mistakes Right Right?! Seventy x seven Right? My left side aches My bones quiver In anxiety in fear in excitement I am brave I am beautiful I am enough I am tired of being strongContinue reading “Second Guessing”

Day Dreamer

Hand in hand Flames nip at my sweater queen of myself Heart stitched to my sleeve I crave an empty belly but a full mind -Saschia

My Pet

I lift my shirt And watch their animalistic features Twist and turn While I lust a long day With a pile of books The misfit kind That are discarded Assumed to finger madness Only it’s those books that speak The music of my ancestors ♡Saschia

Growth

Flowers grow in cracks sometimes Roots definitely do I can keep growing through this Wait I will keep growing through this Concrete can’t even stop me (That’s a metaphor) (Because, you know, concrete can very much stop me) ♡Saschia

Kinda Like

I need to get it out All the earthquakes and volcanic eruptions Nestled beneath the surface I can’t simmer And stew I have to be honest with me About my own feelings So they don’t control me Maybe it will help you be honest with yourself too But I’m definitely not doing this for youContinue reading “Kinda Like”

Finger Tips

the sadness the moments I freeze in fear palms on my thighs the moments I lose myself in emotion to protect my tribe they are all me pieces that will evolve and die and come back to life the smile I can’t wipe from my face the way I act likeContinue reading “Finger Tips”