Glass Jar (By Cat Matchuk)

I bled in a glass jar
and she threw it against the bridge
just for the sake
of watching the sky
go up in smoke.
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
I bled in a glass jar
and she threw it against the bridge
just for the sake
of watching the sky
go up in smoke.
I had to move on for the sake of me
despite the aching blow.
Rip apart this identity to flee,
outcast for needing to go.
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.
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”
It itches and burns
to crack open and smell the blood, wasn’t the intention.
Growing raw against silk sheets, I couldn’t fix it.
Press into me,
deeper
so that more than our flesh is touching,
our souls,
our hearts.
The way was foggy,
and only a small light to guide my path,
darkness at my sides. Continue reading “Light”
I tore down my walls from the inside out, and you closed your eyes.
You heard the concrete crumble to the ground,
when the dust settled, you turned away. Continue reading “Building Walls”