Poems from AscheJager
Being raised religious while trying to fight an internal conflict of sexuality left the mess that is named Asche.
Needle and thread
Needle and thread
I pull the string as I push your pieces together
Through eyes that are wet
I look at your broken body...
The struggling
To just open the bottle
Then swallow
The pills
Choke me
Let them
I want to breathe no more
Let the air stop its descent
Into...
There was a flower
Small among others
Whose shy petals
Shunned all the tallers'
It didn't belong
Yet it was still there
Battered in the...
The moon casts its beam on a meadow
Full of muted flowers and their shadows
And among all the others, a small one
Had had its share of...
Drip
Drop
Splosh
Tears from my eyes
Down my face
Crashing,
Breaking the silence
Between muffles sobs
Gasp
Clench
Jaw and fists
I don't...