Saturday, October 6, 2018

A poem from my broken part

I am
Insignificant.
Broken, battered,
Rubbish tossed,
Isolated, alone.
On a highway,
On rolling wheels,
I am free.
Isolation abolished.
Connection to Infinity.
Pain released.
But in our bed
Ice. Ice cold
Hard slab of
Emptiness
I am useless
When I am empty
Nothing to give
Valueless
Abandon the rubbish
That I am.

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About Sash


People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the naughty, biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)