Our yesterdays linger on the back of my tongue He’s locked the door again No one is allowed in but him And his music and his revenge that sits between his back teeth I say I don’t feel safe And I’m sad and I’m scared But those words fall to the wayside And so yesterdayContinue reading “Farming Character”
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Not Your Wife III
He wants her her long black hair and brown eyes Her propped up tits pushed together like cuddling lovers He wants all of her Not one ounce of her soul though She can keep that locked up with the bats Far away from his la dee dah soul La dee dah cuz he lost itContinue reading “Not Your Wife III”
Not Your Wife II
The ocean in him In me We’re not like the rest I don’t wanna be He does His kisses His secrets My lessons My forgiveness It’s maddness He’s my Neverland -Saschia
Scale Mindset
I want to give But not overwhelm I want to receive But not deplete Sometimes I take too much Sometimes I give too much Sometimes I don’t expect anything at all -Saschia
Up up up
Worlds open and shift And move into silence Things look up We look up For hope For dreams For guidance Strong arms Hang tight While Grips are loosen -Saschia
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 CouldContinue reading
Tap Tap
Intertwined Wall on wall on wall A door swung open It didn’t quite slam More like a tap The kinda tap that let’s me know someone’s there -Saschia
The Night
The night is where he hides He’s open to me From a distance It’s always one of us Pushing the other In someway But when the numb comes It comes The only option Is to write it away
The Wait
The feeling in my gut the taste on my breath both wretched so I brush and skip a few meals an act of hoping that the shift will come soon I know it will come It’s just a matter of patience -Saschia
Stay
There’s enchanting songs in my head And visions of sex with him But not mine There’s burned sheets And broken hearts Flames lick my bare waist My bare toes frozen on her kitchen tiles What am I here for But to pour alcohol on your wounds Let them heal Let them breathe -Saschia
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