Upright because I can breath no other way Propped like a doll in a pillow shop placed snug between designer pillows Except I’m no designer item Just a prop A comfort a symbol of home I am home between the pillows not because of the pillows I’m home because the stuff inside me the stuffContinue reading “Propped upright”
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Damaged
Years pass by mouths clamped shut raw meat rotting beneath crisp white sheets A metallic bird squawks Cawing cawing at the window panes but no one let’s him in. -Saschia
They Collide
here we go again the fight a dream or two colliding my knees ache my legs are restless but these dreams they tug and they pull they tell me they’re waiting and let me tell ya they’re getting impatient and it’s making my pits sweat
Farm Land
A farm land churned and over cropped Fruits of labor plucked year to year I have no regrets I’ve fed and nurtured new life I’ve cradled vulnerable seedlings not yet ready for the rays of light that brighten and burn Tucked away silent inside warm dark loved A symbolic womb with a pulse pulse pulseContinue reading “Farm Land”
Bleached
I didn’t think much today Just cleaned with a lotta bleach Maybe I inhaled too much Maybe it cleansed my thoughts right outta me At least the bathrooms clean Just wish I had more to write. -Saschia
We Go On–We All Do
Funny how things work out How people show up And make you proud of who you are Or make you feel less than who you are both people come and go They make impacts They go on with their lives With their red Rose’s or their brass scales And think briefly of you now andContinue reading “We Go On–We All Do”
Ambivalent
I have no side to take Ambivalence is all I’ve ever known Conflicted to the core
Two Baby Girls
She dances while I sleep And hiccups while I binge watch Netflix She’s a part of me One with me Her sister is my closest friend and family. She lights up my life with her smile and makes me feel at home with her presence Two baby girls to hug and love to sing andContinue reading “Two Baby Girls”
Curiosity
My work is useless without curiosity It’s my current the wind in my sails Without it my words are purely entertainment and lack depth So I read and explore and question life… -Saschia
A Distant Symphony
There’s this tiny space inside me. It has a tiny door with a button handle. A button you’d sew on a shirt. It was a fancy gold one. Round and shiny. I could hear music playing from the other side so I got on all fours and placed my ear right up against it. TheContinue reading “A Distant Symphony”
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