Deborah Matusko


Her ribs splintered
as he stopped murmuring
I’m sorry; I love you.
Purple and black
pulsates with vibrancy.
Puffiness stroking the cheek,
flushed pink.
Right eye stares woodenly,
daring me to ask about the left.



Deborah Matusko has published her poetry in Freshwater, Fresh Ink, and The Awakenings Review. A writer of dark poetry, she appreciates the opportunity to share her poems with others who know the value of works that speak to topics not often seen in literary journals.