The vines were growing up out of the water And the trees hung freely Just a snap shot handed to me upside down That’s all we need for a great story -Saschia
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Penny
A penny in a crack On the sidewalk A dollar bill blows Tilting side to side the way a butterfly does but less graceful The Receipts rested on a pile of trash in the bin Collected by a man dressed in blue The penny is still Wedged between two squares of cement -saschia
A Bag Full of Freedom
I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice my pantiesContinue reading “A Bag Full of Freedom”
Blooms
The flowers bloom some with help some wildly on their own the gardener digs and waters he waits and pats the soil eager for his return -Saschia Yesterday’s post… Under God’s Gaze
Under God’s Gaze
my boobs ache and my nipples crack millimeter by millimeter I grit as they tread my parted crevices and I allow it bloody bleeding I choose everyday to keep going “it’s all temporary” they keep telling me and as I wander off to dream my breasts fill they weigh me down down down down theContinue reading “Under God’s Gaze”
Tugged
The future is bound to my neck I hold her close and nurture her till the time comes to let her go The past is bound to my ankle I don’t live there I only use what I learned My core was steady but childbirth has weakened it My bones light buried beneath these layersContinue reading “Tugged”
Traffic Jam
Traffic jam We’re at a stand still No inky edits No fancy thoughts Just the dull rumble of someone elses engine The stale taste of leftovers From yesterday Home is normally just 5 minutes from here But today it looks like it’s gunna take longer -Saschia
Choppy
Waves rush over me I sink in and let them run their course Breathing in uncertainty exhaling relief until I’m released back into still waters -Saschia More at Jayne.Press Airy
Airy
A soft glow of light just outside my window hums a tune that takes me away for a moment. Under my down comforter I sip from a glass that doesn’t quench and air out all my thoughts that lack depth -Saschia
Art
A place where rules can be bent and logic defied where man is winged and birds speak this is where I write from and also from my heart even when it seems meaningless it is something it is a piece of me and I will continue to leave bread crumbs for myself because for someContinue reading “Art”
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