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”
Shovel this dirt.
It’s not good enough
I need more,
more dirt,
less of me. Continue reading “Oblivion”