Possible (By Cat Matchuk)
Is it possible to split this heart in two and give away the pieces?
They are sharp, jagged.
Not equal,
not perfect halves.
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Possible
Tag: heartbreak
Relax
Relax (By Cat Matchuk)
Relax
here’s a small pond
The water feels like needles pricking every inch of me
but never strong enough to rip me open
Suffocate
Suffocate (By Cat Matchuk)
I never kept track of our kisses.
I can’t remember which one
was the last.
The pain is not a secret.
Although I throw scarred leather
over these bones,
the angles of my heart still rip through paper
Tears of Salvation
Tears of Salvation (By Cat Matchuk)
Hands instantly reach up, cradling a broken nose. No matter how tight my hold is, the blood still seeps through my fingers. It drips down my arm and grows cold against the warm summer air.
And this is the way it has to be.
With a heavy sigh, my hands leave my face to push myself up from the ground. I begin walking down the dirt road. Trees are silhouetted against the setting sun, and really, it’s a gorgeous town.
Except the crops.
Shadow
Shadow (By Cat Matchuk)
White wall, white paint,
it peels off with time.
Make a stage for the shadow puppets.
Blame
Blame (By Cat Matchuk)
Day brought the shadows when it shone too bright,
created the darkness to dance with the light.
Blame the sun for burning,
fire on your skin,
and watch as the clouds abandon the sky.
Crumbled Dust
Crumbled Dust (By Cat Matchuk)
You see me, you see right through,
past the flesh and into the heart.
Awaking from a dream just to stumble across the broken concrete of buildings,
you wish to be dreaming again, it’s better.
Caged
Caged (By Cat Matchuk)
The wind was unforgiving,
taking the words from my head before they could dance on my tongue.
Sifting through every grain of sand,
trudging along the ocean.
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Abandoned
Abandoned (By Cat Matchuk)
A frozen touch where she walks
amid the claws of the winter trees.
While she wanders weak and cold, she whispers to the sky,
breathing into the stars a trail of fog.
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