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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 howContinue reading “Somebody’s Name”
Lilies
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 Matters Of Love
Edgy
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
Wet books
Wet Books 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 fingersContinue reading “Wet books”
Pick me
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
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 Been working on editing my collection of poetry and figuring outContinue reading “Forest Baby”
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 slyContinue reading “My Fairy”
Bubble Bath
Bubble Bath 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 wordsContinue reading “Bubble Bath”
Here
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
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