Monday, April 13, 2020

Wet Books

Wet Books

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That smell of wet books and Chanel no 5
is no invitation
There are no arms open
stiff I freeze
Under my soles is the threshold
A cold door knob damp in my palm
Dead echoes haunt from behind
"Vanity!" they scream
A million hands reaching to save me from their sins
fingers grasping at my clothing
If only they would just listen
"hear me out!"
It's no use their minds are with moons and times
sloshed together creating the great divide
"I'll have no part!" I yell
stepping in
door closed behind
I'll have no part that whisper left my mouth
slipping to the ground
I'll have no part.

-Saschia Johnson

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About the Author

Saschia Johnson writes poetry, creative non-fiction, short stories, and screen plays. On her free time Saschia likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Saschia works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." And that's what she strives to start with every morning. You can find her writing on Jayne. Press. She writes because there isn't any other medium she's felt such a strong connection with. Her need to write greatly surpasses her desire to write.

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