You will always
be with me now.
When I met you
and your copper eyes,
you were larger than life,
your yowl as sharp
as any siren’s song.
Once heavy enough
to rest warm
in my arms,
now you fit
in the palm
of my hand.
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About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
