Old Friend (By Cat Matchuk)

A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be wrapped up,
completely surrendering
to a past intoxication. Continue reading “Old Friend”
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
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”