Roots (By Cat Matchuk)

In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree. Continue reading “Roots”
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
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”