The weight of the world Rests under the tips of my toes It meets each step As if it knows Just where I need to go -Sasch
Tag Archives: prose
A Strange Wind Blew
My home leaned for so long It leaned on the strongest tree The closest tree It just leaned As if it was built that way But a strange wind blew The kind that’d kill a witch And it stood my house straight Now my house doesn’t lean As if it were made that way ItContinue reading “A Strange Wind Blew”
Winding Road
Ah, the opositonal pulls The maneuvers The crawls beneath the floorboards fingertips that brush the sky No matter how many times They still keep coming I twirl I sway I sleep I play I try my best to extend my web In so many ways And here on this winding road I’ll stay I’ll stayContinue reading “Winding Road”
Gold
The beginning was fascinating Then it got wild A slow descent An upward battle The type of alone that isn’t called solitude I fought myself Shed to the bone I searched for gold I found home -Saschia
He’s a Portal
The trees fall away I’m left with stars and bodies merging Clasped hands and Throats stuffed with scrolls We dance and drift into spirals He searches my mouth I search his heart This is the life we choose Separate but together -Separate
Question for fiction writers
I’m what is called a pantser like Stephen King. I don’t outline the story ahead of time. But I do take time to stop and think or journal on where I’d like my characters to end up. Anyhow, my two characters, a woman and a man, are growing in separate places right now. The guy’sContinue reading “Question for fiction writers”
I Look
He set me on fire then he kissed me He leaned right in and kissed me Right there in the flames I still question whether it was him I think back to it I look for strings I check the mirror Then he let me go He let me go like he should have whenContinue reading “I Look”
Cold Nose
My nose is cold Like a cat’s But not wet I just want to wrap up in blankets And sleep for hours Without interruption Closed eyes Are my best option When it comes to using what time I’ve got -Saschia
Desired Destination
Here we are again Bound to the same choices An endless loop Of learning to say no to the things That don’t seem so bad In the moment But cross my Clear set boundaries My boundaries are not a challenge Or a suggestion They are the streetlights and guardrails That keep me on the rightContinue reading “Desired Destination”
Demon Eyes
I’m not waiting for my blessings. I’m collecting them I Tack them to my wall For future reference Souls locked away For my own enjoyment You know, Husbands fucking wives Wives fucking husbands Making babies cry Making writers write Making me rise To another dimension That’s some human shit Tell me about it -Sasch
