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.
Old Friend (By Cat Matchuk)
A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be wrapped up,
to a past intoxication. Continue reading “Old Friend”
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.
Hello (By Cat Matchuk)
It has been years since I knew who I was.
What I stood for,
and now I fall, I believe no longer.
I protect no one.
Inked in Steel (By Cat Matchuk)
Push through this skin
and paint a picture.
It was all a young girl knew.
Shattered Glass (By Cat Matchuk)
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.