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.
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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.