Poems from Sashagirl
The shelves nudge my hips as I pass.
They are jam-packed with too many books to count,
But I do. I count them all.
Their pages are rough...
Black shoes click into the sterile office.
The sound bounces off the walls and scatters around the room like rubber balls.
I hear her...
A shadow is a curious thing.
Sometimes it follows; sometimes it leads.
It’s always attached; it won't ever stray
To other places during the...
Isn’t it strange how the numbers and lies
Oddly determine so much of our lives?
Acronyms seem to possess all our thoughts,
Tying our lives...
It’s still dark
The bright, full circle of a moon
Shines down on the trees.
Covered in sparkling frost,
The trees form haunting scepters,...