I crossed the threshold. It took some time. I paced the door looked in the key hole I even tested the handle then finally, I crossed the threshold only to find another hall full of a hundred more wonky doors This is a nice hall I hall worth resting in I’ll test some more doorsContinue reading “Threshold”
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Freedom
I wriggled out of my skin And danced under the sunlight I let the world fall away To embrace the woman I’ve worked so hard to become The floodgates opened And washed away all my worries In that moment I was free ♡Saschia
Cafe Stories
The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it wasContinue reading “Cafe Stories”
Wind chimes dance before the storm Rain drums the bins It’s a show put on by nature A comforting display that soothes me into lala land Like nature We should ignite our talents using what’s right in front of us -Saschia
Still Written
There are many times I give away my time to write. I give it and give it and give till I’m writing 10 words and starving for solitude. I know I should hang on tighter to my time to write. I should be more demanding but it’s such a slippery thing. It shifts and moldsContinue reading “Still Written”
The Weight of His Kiss
He smiled then pressed his lips against hers and in that moment she knew she’d be stuck trying to understand the weight of his kiss for years to come. -Saschia
Peace Space
The breezeway is full of stuff I’ve been meaning to get to. Some new shelves Chalks and bubbles Toys and board games for fun family game nights I’ll get to it. To the organizing and shelf building I have the set up in my head. Two benches Th kind with cubbies on the bottom OneContinue reading “Peace Space”
A Warm Up
Lenses are clearing And fishing has begun Tap tap tippity tap Sounds the keys An alarm to wake up My creativity There’s hope It floats by once in a while There’s bouts of numbness I dont want to speak of But we need this We need this To live to sacrifice our bloody insides ToContinue reading “A Warm Up”
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”
