Somebody’s Name

Long square round faces

Big eyes squinting ones dark ones with mysterious secrets

Perky lips plump and pouty Big and juicy

A world full of descriptions

but what I really

want to know is their names

and where they’ve been

and what they named their favorite freckle

when they were ten

but most of all

how they’ve survived

on just descriptions for so long

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

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I Want It All

 

Wet books

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That smell of wet books and Chanel no 5
is no invitation
There are no arms open
stiff I freeze
Under my soles is the threshold
A cold door knob damp in my palm
Dead echoes haunt from behind
“Vanity!” they scream
A million hands reaching to save me from their sins
fingers grasping at my clothing
If only they would just listen
“hear me out!”
It’s no use their minds are with moons and times
sloshed together creating the great divide
“I’ll have no part!” I yell
stepping in
door closed behind
I’ll have no part that whisper left my mouth
slipping to the ground
I’ll have no part.

 

-Saschia Johnson

Forest Baby

Branches slap her skin

She runs through the place

Like it’s her own

She’s lost but she just keeps going

Webs tickle her nose

And a thousand baby spiders crawl under her clothes

She’s a forest baby This is her home

-Saschia Johnson

 

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Been working on editing my collection of poetry and figuring out the best way to promote and sell it. Very exciting and very stressful. Definitely learning a lot. yay!

 

My Fairy

There’s a fairy who guards my heart

speaks to me through the quill

She sees what my heart wants

And can sometimes take over

This space doesn’t fit the both of us

She wants things I’d never

And I she’d never

You can imagine the struggle we have

Sharing this vessel

Her smile is sly and makes me feel cute

And her eyes

those look up when my chin’s down

She’s feisty

and rampage is her middle name

I kicked her right out one morning

She had me out drinking

Shots of Crown and mixed it with,

 

I don’t even remember

She kissed boys and told them all my secrets

So I told her she’s no longer welcomed

She cried and cried

Then I did too

But I was serious

she had to go

I held my lip and I held my ground

She left lightly a closing door the only sound

 

A draft came in the window

what happened next was unbelievable

Goose bumps lined my arms and legs

And a cold ache seeped from my bones

My legs started to chatter

And then my teeth

I climbed into bed and just couldn’t leave

The skin on my bones went saggy and wrinkled

My mind became a black hole

all things got

Sucked into

and never returned

My cheeks went hollow

and my pupils grew tiny

I had lost so much energy

I couldn’t even beg her to come back to me

 

but she came back all on her own

She fed me bathed me

and coaxed me out of bed

Slowly the black hole dissolved

Till it was as if she’d never left

and now we’re here doing nothing

but writing  our co-existence into life.

-Saschia Johnson

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Bubble Bath

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The tub is full and the bubbles bobble on top

My legs have adjusted

but when the rest of me sinks in

it burns.

In the tub, I’m a lost soul

venturing from the heavens to a five star hotel

It is there I’m considered a holy whore with no divine gifts

My words

they float in front of me popping the suds

And here I soak

without a clue and nothing to give

Here I sink

soggy as a sponge in the pits of the ocean

 

-Saschia Johnson