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”
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 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”
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”
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 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”