INHALE
BY KATIE SACHS (song in progress...)

During times like these I take a walk 
Around the corners of my mind
Cause my legs are broke and voice is thin
And I know, I'm running out of time

The doctors say I must endure
A pain from my dissolving spine
But it's you my dear that hurts the worst
It's you, who makes it all just fine 

Baby you just take my breath away
The minute you walk into the room
But if you should turn and go away
I never want another inhale
With another girl

The feeding tube delivers food
The respirator gets me high
The heart beats well all on it's own
Because I know that you are mine

Baby you just take my breath away
The minute you walk into the room
But if should turn and go away
I never want another inhale
With another girl

Maraca Massacre. By Katie Sachs

When I look at the middle of my maraca,
My imagination legitimizes this:

A middle-aged moniker
Of someone stuffy - like an Eloise
Or a Herald -
Running across a field
And frantically felling
All of the feelings
They had been keeping in cages
For the entirety of their dusty existence.

Their ribs get ripped out of their racist rhomboids
Their bones become fashioned
Into classy clavichords.
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In the future. Sometime, undisclosed. 
New age aliens will discover them - 
After the humans have long been gone - 
And in the steamy sludge of the
Apocalyptic stench
They will play
The hottest Jazz
You ever fucking heard.