Fresh Hell

I watch you caress
her cheek
the way you once
did mine
and I wonder if the shiver
that runs through her
will turn so quickly
to revulsion
once she realizes
the fresh hell
that is
falling in love
with you.

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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.
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