On The Edge (By Cat Matchuk)

I can no longer tell if this shadow
hidden
somewhere deep
was created or always was. Continue reading “On the Edge”
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
I can no longer tell if this shadow
hidden
somewhere deep
was created or always was. Continue reading “On the Edge”
Is it possible to split this heart in two and give away the pieces?
They are sharp, jagged.
Not equal,
not perfect halves.
Continue reading “Possible”
Relax
here’s a small pond
The water feels like needles pricking every inch of me
but never strong enough to rip me open