Saschia Johnson – Page 3

Deep Dive

The waves foam and fizzle Gulping seagulls Gulping Mortals Flying seagulls Drowning mortals To the Sea bottom they go Sea sponges and treasures Hidden by overgrown seaweed What is this place where I crackle and my skin bubbles -Saschia Johnson

My Fairy

There’s a fairy who guards my heart speaks to me through the quill She sees what my heart wants And can sometimes take over This space doesn’t fit the both of us She wants things I’d never And I she’d never You can imagine the struggle we have Sharing this vessel Her smile is slyContinue reading “My Fairy”