High Functioning
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
stained pillowcases
uniform
Sleep.
Definition of Insanity
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
Over and
over again.
Cut, Burn, Bury
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?
No One’s Coming to Save You
How very studious of you
How very productive
Pour another glass, tuck yourself in
You have nowhere to go
no one to see
Not in this world
Runaway Swan Song
Although I haven’t climbed these stairs in years
they always sound the same
under my feet,
creak and splinter,
in the same spots.
Oblivion
Oblivion would be greeted with open arms,
and you will be turned away at the door.
Breathe Your Heart
Words bring forward stars,
to forge a world from the ink,
breathe,
your heart will write.
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
