Daydreams

one day,

I picture us grabbing coffee

your pale skin

reflecting the

regret

in your once bright,

blue eyes

I smile softly after

deflecting your embrace

I glance at you

as if the last ten years

without you

could easily be forgotten

by the warmth of arms

I wish

held me eight years ago,

when I graduated

or four years ago,

when I finished my degree

or one year ago,

when I got married

or everyday

for the past ten years.

––it’s too late for us, isn’t it?

Empty Caverns

why do you feel

the desperate need

to gouge and scrape at me until

there’s no diamonds left

not even a stone?

only black,

cloudy, ash

of sooty coal

leftover and unwanted.

the same way it felt

when I watched you

slowly drag

your pickaxe

to another damaged girl,

soon to be hollow

of her diamonds.

Katie Matz is an upcoming writer from South Eastern Pennsylvania. She has recently finished her portfolio, and is beginning to submit her work to literary magazines. Her work has been featured in Redfez, BridgeInk, and the Scriblerus. Katie dreams of becoming a writer and having her work read. She is a full-time college student majoring in English Education. Katie spends her leisure time assisting with her family’s home daycare. She is looking forward to sharing her work with others. Her twitter is @MatzKatie.