I am the berry-red smear
over your lips and
between your legs.
I am the salt musk
behind your ear and
between your legs.

I am the defiance in her eyes.
I am the acceptance in his heart.

I am the fury.
I am the rapture.

I am you when you take
a fistful of your wife’s hair
and put your lips to her throat,
your hard cock between her legs.
I am your husband when you bend him
over the kitchen table
and fuck him from behind.

I am the ties that bind.
I am the blade that cleaves.

I am the disease
that takes your child.
I am the breath
that fills you for years
until you are long past wishing
for death.

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.
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0 Responses to I AM

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Never ever change, Jones. You are a brutal force of grandeur.

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    Just read this again… feral.

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