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

Diary Of A Tamed Temper

She’s anxiety, rage, and shame all balled into a fireball of untamed magic

And when she pays me a visit

I reach and I twitch

And I grasp at my heart to try and save me

When she comes

I can do nothing but beg for the truth

And I know it’s somewhere close by

So I let it guide me

And I search and I listen

I take it all in

Truth’s lessons

truth’s hurts and truth’s gifts

Till it leads me

To where I’m supposed to be

Till I’m grounded once again

And that’s when

I feel the waters calm

I hear the rains subside

I slowly breathe in watching my chest rise

Ahh…. I breathe out

It’s calm

I breathe in

And I take time

To appreciate my calm because it feels good to be there once again

-Saschia