Where Are You? (By Cat Matchuk)
Some poetry are stories,
There’s no hidden meaning, the author speaks plainly, grabs you by the hand and takes you on a journey.
Some poetry are stories,
There’s no hidden meaning, the author speaks plainly, grabs you by the hand and takes you on a journey.
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
stained pillowcases
uniform
Sleep. Continue reading “High Functioning”
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
Over and
over again. Continue reading “Definition of Insanity”
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”
Seeing is believing.
A sea of red in a crowd of voices,
people who were once separated.
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 Continue reading “No One’s Coming to Save You”
Time starts and stops
and starts to stop
Between the seconds I’ve lived a dozen lives.