Pin me like
a butterfly;
spread my wings
on velvet
and stab me
while I’m still moving,
still thinking
that I am flying.
Pierce my heart
and label
all the pertinent
bits of me
so everyone will know
what picture-perfect variety
you have claimed
for your own.
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.
