Fragments stitched together

Smiles from laughter

From nervousness

And kisses from drunkenness

From the need to escape

Life teeters in our damp palms

With pieces of our lives piled high

I stitch them together with black thread

Strong enough to hang a shadow

Or catch a dream

Fragments, skin colored

A diversity of skins

Could cover my bones

Could cover my words

Smiles kisses palms

A foretelling

A history

A pitch black thread

-Saschia

Uncategorized Writing

I write to get it of my chest

To experience my thoughts as a mirror

To experiment thoughts I haven’t quite thought

I write so you aren’t alone

So I’m not alone

To have something to reflect on

And to prepare myself for the worst

To get myself through the worst

It’s truth

It’s fiction

It’s both

It’s a collection of so many things that can’t be categorized

It’s my art

-Saschia

I Feel You

I feel it

I feel her

Please, someone help her forgive herself

Someone tell her to take responsibility for her own life

That’s the only way

Tell her stop worrying about everyone else

It’s not healthy and its showing is her life choices

Shes trying to just destroy herself

But shes tearing apart everyone else

Tell her she can do it

You can do it

Rest rest

Breathe

Let that shit go

All the shit

He is not your job

She is not your job

Your job is not even your job

You are your job and that’s it

-Sasch

Options pushes and Pulls

It’s the same door

Isn’t it the same door

Let me look

Same handle

Ok different wood

But it’s practically identical

Why would I be called somewhere

So similar to the last one

I know we shouldn’t compare doors

But they’re like the same

Look, look at that different door over there

It’s like mine

The cracks are filled in with gold glitter

The handle warn

And there’s even a peep hole

So why would I go thru a door that’s just like the last?

-Saschia