Blame (By Cat Matchuk)
Day brought the shadows when it shone too bright,
created the darkness to dance with the light.
Blame the sun for burning,
fire on your skin,
and watch as the clouds abandon the sky.
Blame
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Crumbled Dust
Crumbled Dust (By Cat Matchuk)
You see me, you see right through,
past the flesh and into the heart.
Awaking from a dream just to stumble across the broken concrete of buildings,
you wish to be dreaming again, it’s better.
Caged
Caged (By Cat Matchuk)
The wind was unforgiving,
taking the words from my head before they could dance on my tongue.
Sifting through every grain of sand,
trudging along the ocean.
Continue reading “Caged”
Light
Light (By Cat Matchuk)
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”
The Cost of a Soul
The Cost of a Soul (By Cat Matchuk)
The tension pulled across the spine.
The pain
was unbearable and became a hand to hold.
To carry
through the years I didn’t wish to endure.
He sold
my soul, against my will in the black market.
Continue reading “The Cost of a Soul”
Abandoned
Abandoned (By Cat Matchuk)
A frozen touch where she walks
amid the claws of the winter trees.
While she wanders weak and cold, she whispers to the sky,
breathing into the stars a trail of fog.
Could you ever love me? Continue reading “Abandoned”
A Doll Speaks
A Doll Speaks (By Cat Matchuk)
Bored. That’s how he feels. He cuts his business cards into rectangles and proceeds to fold them into ninja stars. A trick he learnt from the internet on another slow day where he was just as he is now. Bored.
He is surrounded by shelves of antiques, years of history. Valuables, collectibles. Porcelain dolls once held dear by young children. The power and the spirit of the people who owned these possessions should move through him like a great wave. No. Instead he sighs loudly in boredom. Continue reading “A Doll Speaks”
I Wish You Were Beside Me
I Wish You Were Beside Me (By Cat Matchuk)
I wish you were beside me.
I wish I could hold you the way I hold you in my heart, tangled in my limbs.
Face reality, is what they said to me, those voices,
they can be silenced by my words. Continue reading “I Wish You Were Beside Me”
Cat M. Lalonde 