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.





  1. Trent Lewin Avatar

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

    1. Catastrophe Jones Avatar

      Thank you, Lewin. I’m sure I’ll change — but I hope mostly for the better.

  2. Trent Lewin Avatar

    Just read this again… feral.

    1. Catastrophe Jones Avatar

      Good. Felt like a struggle to put it down, though. Hope it sounds coherent.

      1. Trent Lewin Avatar

        It does, no worries there.

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