All That I Had
It finally happened; the girl’s gone mad.
It took one moment, took all that she had,
and amid the sunken stars that fell from the sky,
you can sift through them, find reasons to cry.
Meant to Bloom
She was meant to bloom,
to plant her feet in the dirt and grow.
She can’t get comfortable,
but wants to throw out
a sober retelling of emotions.
Voices: A Novel Excerpt by Cat Matchuk
My sanity is no longer with me. Fatigue masks my emotions, leading me into a gentle and numb state as I leave my apartment.
It’s a chilly morning, somewhere between autumn and winter. The gray sky seems to glow brightly against the silhouettes of the trees. As I walk along the railroad tracks I kick stray leaves out of my way. My legs stop and I inhale deeply. I exhale, watching my warm breath mingle with the cold air and flow upwards into the sky. I’ve thought about this before of course.
Many times.
The Journal of Uncertainty
Fill my lines so you appear busy.
Mundane tasks
They look important,
but they are
not.
Hello
It has been years since I knew who I was.
What I stood for,
and now that I fall, I believe no longer.
I protect no one
Inked in Steel
Push through this skin
and paint a picture.
Finger painting
with blood.
It was all a young girl knew.
One More
I am trapped in the soft prison
of my own flesh.
The wardens have wrapped my heart in wire.
Tied down by the demons
that hunt us.
I don’t mind being another taken,
one more.
