Runaway Swan Song (By Cat Matchuk)
Although I haven’t climbed these stairs in years
they always sound the same
under my feet.
Creak and splinter
in the same spots. Continue reading “Runaway Swan Song”
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
Although I haven’t climbed these stairs in years
they always sound the same
under my feet.
Creak and splinter
in the same spots. Continue reading “Runaway Swan Song”
I only see you in dreams.
Don’t dwell on it
Don’t think about what could have been Continue reading “Insomnia”
In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree. Continue reading “Roots”
A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be wrapped up,
completely surrendering
to a past intoxication. Continue reading “Old Friend”
These bones are iron
to sink
and shake.
She did this to herself. Continue reading “She Did This to Herself”
Shovel this dirt.
It’s not good enough
I need more,
more dirt,
less of me. Continue reading “Oblivion”
Words are powerful.
Create worlds out of nothing,
feel the energy from the pen move with the ink.
Continue reading “Breathe Your Heart”
I can no longer tell if this shadow
hidden
somewhere deep
was created or always was. Continue reading “On the Edge”
Is it possible to split this heart in two and give away the pieces?
They are sharp, jagged.
Not equal,
not perfect halves.
Continue reading “Possible”
Relax
here’s a small pond
The water feels like needles pricking every inch of me
but never strong enough to rip me open