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
While the shaded lilies stand rigid
I under the sun thaw
Swaying with the wind
We rooted in the same soil
Drinking in the same nutrients
Me pounded by friction
Withered wilted until again I bloom
-Saschia Johnson
This world is edgy
everywhere I step
I find edge
Or maybe it’s because I walk along it
This last time got too close for comfort
I better find myself further from the edge
before I fall over it
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
Run away with me
on second thought, leave
No, wait stay
Send me to your favorite places
Around and about in search of you
Must I sit here so solitary
under the great blue moon
left to think myself inside out
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
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!
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
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
I don’t want to be alone
Hold my hand
squeeze it
to remind me you’re there.
Talk to me
and send signs that you hear me
-Saschia Johnson
Cord 
The cord to the blinds snapped right off
I was hoping to let some light in
But maybe this filtered light isn’t so bad
Should I buy a new cord,
A new blind,
Or tie it back together the best I can?
I’m going to peek through
to see if the light
is worth it.
-Saschia Johnson
