I’m petsitting two French bulldogs right now. They both are hyper when I come home, but tend to chill out fast. They sleep most of the day, and wake up just to eat. Pretty sure one has amnesia, she always forgets who I am.
Some Days (By Cat Matchuk)
Some days, I sigh
unable to get any air
I exhale and exhale, over and over
High Functioning (By Cat Matchuk)
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
Sleep. Continue reading “High Functioning”
Definition of Insanity (By Cat Matchuk)
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
over again. Continue reading “Definition of Insanity”
Cut, Burn, Bury (By Cat Matchuk)
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?
I want to drink whiskey straight from the bottle
and wear leather
Continue reading “Cut, Burn, Bury”
Tickets (By Cat Matchuk)
Seeing is believing.
A sea of red in a crowd of voices,
people who were once separated.
Threaded Lips (By Cat Matchuk)
She speaks and swallows back the words
as soon as they leave her tongue,
a delayed censoring. Continue reading “Threaded Lips”
Runaway Swan Song (By Cat Matchuk)
Although I haven’t climbed these stairs in years
they always sound the same
under my feet.
Creak and splinter
in the same spots. Continue reading “Runaway Swan Song”
All That I Had (By Cat Matchuk)
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 (By Cat Matchuk)
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.