Some Days (By Cat Matchuk)
Some days, I sigh
unable to get any air
I exhale and exhale, over and over
again
Some Days
Tag: love
No One’s Coming to Save You
No One’s Coming to Save You (By Cat Matchuk)
How very studious of you
How very productive
Pour another glass, tuck yourself in
You have nowhere to go
no one to see
Not in this world Continue reading “No One’s Coming to Save You”
Why Him?
I feel compelled to write about my new tattoo, especially because a couple reactions were, “why him?” Follow me on a short but wonderful journey of self discovery and mild ink addiction.
Insomnia
Insomnia (By Cat Matchuk)
I only see you in dreams.
Don’t dwell on it
Don’t think about what could have been Continue reading “Insomnia”
Roots
Roots (By Cat Matchuk)
In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree. Continue reading “Roots”
Jumped Over the Moon
Jumped Over the Moon (By Cat Matchuk)
You jumped over my heart to get to the moon,
during this leap you slipped.
I asked, how long?
you answered, soon,
to my heart so bruised and flipped.
In Plain Sight
In Plain Sight (By Cat Matchuk)
I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn’t let me.
The strength to stand wasn’t there, and I feared to die in this house of hallways.
Continue reading “In Plain Sight”
Stars
Stars (By Cat Matchuk)
A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
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.
The Moon Shell Curse
The Moon Shell Curse (By Cat Matchuk)
The moon cannot shine without the sun. This is how they are with each other, these two women. Although it’s hard to tell who’s the sun and who’s the moon sometimes. Perhaps it doesn’t matter, as long as they both rotate, they both keep swimming through the stars.
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