The Dance

The walls dance around me

The floors present and safe

Until there’s a gap

Between the floor and my feet

The tea is ready

the carpets are slapped clean

Let me see

Let me see

Ah, the walls waltz a waltz I know

Shall we dance

The walls shift and play

And I scream with delight

And laugh when I’m pulled in too close

When the music fades

I just know I’ll remember how much I’ve always loved to dance

-Saschia

I will stand on the shoulders of my enemies

To place the angel delicately a top my Christmas tree

Their selfish acts beside mine

Only my acts so deeply rooted by my own ancestors

That they have become a catapult

An explosion of sticky wet truth

Like an orgasm at just the right time

I will not wallow I will not beg

I will not stop until the truth spores inside so many crevices

They’ll never forget it

-Saschia